"So I'll just hang around
and find some things to do
To take my mind off missing you
and I know in my heart
Please say you do..."The rain slowly fell to the ground as time seemed to stop everything around him. The world had become a blur of colors. It melted off their canvases like paint coming in contact with turpentine. Just sliding off with ease, no friction, no resistance. The once brilliantly colored surroundings were now simple shades of gray. Nothing seemed to matter as the strong, rough hands were shoved hard into the bottom of a long, leather trench coat.
From a distance, it was scene cut from an old classic black and white movie. The man of mystery walking with his lonesome in a park. The dark storming clouds behind him, rolling with so much ferocity to kill off half the inhabitants of the large busy city of New York. A sharp crack light lit the sky and the man stopped before a wet bench. The rain came down harder, each drop sliding down his mourning face. The brilliant blue eyes that once lit the handsome face grew into a dark, grief-stricken gray. The soft corners of his mouth were turned down into a forlorn fixture.
He pulled the collar of the jacket tighter around his soaked neck trying honestly to keep the warmth of his body from escaping. His hands, now removed from the deep pockets, sat atop his lap motionless. The melancholy eyes looked over the broad shoulder at the path he had followed earlier. The colors were still gone, the rain still trying to wash away the grays. His face returned looking before him. Looking at nothing of interest. The thoughts, running in succession through his despondent mind, grew heavy. His head lowered, the rain slamming down hard on the back of his head and running down his neck, soaking into the white button down beneath the jacket. The eyes closed, making their own rain trying desperately to wash away the suffering.
She was his exhilaration, his ecstasy, his existence, his paradise and his essence. She was everything. His savior in away. Now she was nothing but a remembrance. He woke up, a smile on his lips as he headed down the stairs of their shared home. It was midmorning when his world was dismantled. The room spun in circles, everything blurred. His heart bleed their tears sending stabbing pains through his body, attacking his mind. Vast emptiness surrounded him, pulling him into their grasps of reality. The dream world was nothing more than a dream. The bubble of happiness he once lived in was destroyed with one word. A word he’ll hoped to never utter again in his entire life. A word that had amplified it’s original meaning. His body became numb as he fell onto his knees. He looked down, hands covered in red paint. He wiped them on his shirt, smearing the stains away but they never left. It kept pouring from the gaping wound, not stopping, never ending. And yet, the world continued to turn, time unrelenting ticked on. Life was uninterrupted.
There he sat now. Alone on a park bench, thundering clouds suspended overhead. She was gone. The last word uttered from her mouth as she reached out, fingertips touching his soft cheek haunted his mind. He hated the word with a passion, hated it with every breath in his body. He would spend hours writing it down and ripping it apart, only to realize the word belonged to him. A year had past since life was taken from him. A life that he loved, cared for, admired, adored. Strangers in the night removed her from their paradise and stolen the only thing that had meaning to him.
She was gone... her whisper floating in the air. He heard the word once more and cringed. It repeated again... Justin