1/30/12

Too Late
By Kieran Woodhall


“Hazel. Please don’t do this.”

I clutched desperately on to the open taxi door. I couldn’t even remember how we had ended up like this, a small insignificant argument gone out of control, leading to me pleading desperately while she threw her bags into a taxi.

Her last bag hit the back seat, without looking at me she moved to enter the taxi.

“Hazel.”

She stopped, her black swirled around her soft face as she turned to face me.

“What Luke?”

She stared me down with eyes that held back a thousand unshed tears.

“I can’t deal with this anymore.”

Her voice quivered at the end, pain and sadness finally began to break through her iron will. Despite all my pleading, I couldn’t think of anything to say. The words had left and soon so would she, so I did the next best thing I could, I stared at her taking in all of her beauty. One last time.

Her emerald eyes had lost their gleam; their laughter had been replaced by pain. A strand of black hair had gotten loose from her ordered straight hair. She pushed it back to its proper place before speaking again.

“I’m sorry. I have to go.”

Silken lips clamped shut on her shaky voice, as she turned away I saw the first diamond tear roll down her cheek. Left mute I could only watch as the door slammed shut and the taxi began to slowly creep away.

I didn’t move while I watched the love of my life slip further and further away, nor did I move while my heart broke apart bit by painful bit. I simply stood there in my creased, crumpled and askew clothes, with my wild hair and pleading eyes. At that moment I wished, no… I hoped, no… I needed. At that moment I felt a desperate need rise up from my heart, soul and my very essence, to hold her and tell her something I hadn’t told her as often as I should have. Those three little words sighed out from between my parted lips, in a way more akin to a dying man’s last breath.

“I love you.”

But no, it was too late now…

The taxi stopped before it reached the end of the street, I held my breath as the door swung open. Hazel climbed out, for a brief moment our eyes met, hers were red from tears. Before I could react the moment had passed and she had begun making her way towards me, building up speed until her hesitant walk was a run. I began running to meet her, when she drew close enough she leapt into my arms, I wrapped my arms around her in a tight embrace. Before I could speak her soft lips were on mine in a desperate, timeless kiss. We finally broke away from the kiss, to hold each other close both of us afraid to lose the other. My lips were close enough to brush her ears as I whispered.

“I love you.”


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My name is Kieran Woodhall, I live in Northampton in England and have enjoyed reading and writing for as long as I can remember. I am yet to have anything published to my name but I'm hoping that will change soon, fantasy is usually my favorite genre to write but I was recently convinced to write a few romance stories.