Leaving to Anywhere

The two lovers look into each other’s eyes, panting and sweating but feeling extremely invigorated. He brushes her brown hair to the side of her face and kisses her lips. She looks into his blue eyes and sees the slow smile coming to his face. “Let’s go.” She blinks her eyes at that. “What?” He smiles easily at her. “Let’s go. Let’s leave this place to anywhere we wish to go. Anywhere that isn’t here.”

She gives him a look showing that she thinks he’s crazy. “We’ve lived in this town for all our lives, why?” He smiles and caresses her cheek. “Because, love, it’s time we moved on from here. It’s time we leave this town and live our own lives.” She bites her lower lip in uncertainty. “What about all our things, and our families?” He shakes his head. “They’d only try to stop us, so there’s no need to tell them, or anyone. By the time the morning comes, we’d be halfway to anywhere, wherever you want to be.”

The earnest look in his eyes makes her think about it, that maybe she should go ahead and follow with his plan, even though it sounded less than half baked to her. “I still don’t know.” He gently kisses her nose. “C’mon love, I would never steer you wrong. Just take my hand, and let’s go.” He gets off her and extends his hand to her. The absence of his body makes her naked flesh feel cold. She shivers slightly and looks at his hand.

“I promise that we’ll be together, and you’ll never question that you are my own love. Take my hand, there’s no one to stop us.” She breathes in and out, uncertain still. “There’s no need to look back, there’s only going to be a bright future ahead for us. It’s time to leave this place, and you know it.” He keeps his hand extended to her, earnestly wanting her to come with him. She moves her hand but hesitates. “Haven’t you wanted to be with me? Haven’t you longed to be free?” She nods her head. “Yes, of course I do.” He smiles broadly and extends his hand closer to her. She looks at his hand again, then slowly places it in his.

He pulls her up off the bed and presses her bare body against his own. “I’ve always dreamt of us leaving, and it’s finally time to stop dreaming and do something about it. Let’s go.” They pick up their clothes and head out the bedroom doors and down the hallway. He calls behind him, “Don’t look back, you’re safe now.” She nods and continues following him out the front door into the dead of night. “I give all of this to you, just choose where to go and I’ll follow you, even to the ends of the world.”

With the Rain

A car drives into the cemetery and slows to a stop after having barely entered. The driver shifts the stick into neutral and applies the parking brake before turning off the engine. He withdraws the keys from the ignition and places them in his coat’s pocket. His left hand opens the door while his right reaches into the passenger seat and picks up the bouquet resting on the seat.

The man exits the car and the coattails of his trench coat nearly touch the ground. His gaze drifts upwards to the dark gray clouds, figuring it was going to rain soon. He locks the door and shuts it before heading deeper into the cemetery. The bouquet of flowers were a mixture of red roses and irises, resting against his stomach and held by his left hand.

His hazel eyes scan the tombstones, not focusing on the names, just the mere existence that had been lost due to a variety of natural and unnatural causes. He starts looking ahead and to his left, his destination. Clenching his jaws, he walks slowly down the road until it intersected with another heading towards the headstone he wanted to go to.

After passing a few rows of tombstones, he gets off the road and passes three tombstones before stopping at the fourth. He bends down and places the bouquet in front of the headstone, his trench coat falling over itself due to its length. The man’s eyes stare at the name, and his right index finger traces the name engraved on it. J-E-S-S-I-C-A M-I-L-L-E-R. He looks at the dates written beneath it, even though he knows them by heart. Born, 7-18-1981. Deceased, 5-8-2006.

With his jaw clenching together, he tries not to cry, memories of the night he found out washing over his mind like the tide on a shore. He remembers how he had hoped it wasn’t true, how he wished the police were lying and playing a joke. He was sure that it hadn’t happened, that she had been all right and not involved, that she had hid and was safe and sound. Even though he knew better.

Raising his left hand, he looks at the ring on it. He kisses the ring and bows his head. He doesn’t even notice that the sky had darkened more and started to sprinkle down on him. He takes a few steps back, pushing his coattails out of the way so he doesn’t fall over, then bends down to the ground and gently kisses it, around the area he figured was where her lips would be. His right hand gently caresses the grass that had just started to grow over the grave, to his mind, caressing her cheek as he had done so often.

The sprinkles strengthen until it becomes rain, pushing his hair down and soaking his body. He blinks as droplets rolling down his hair get to his eyelashes. More droplets fall off his hair to his cheek, where gravity pulls it down to fall off his chin and land over the grave. He turns his head up to the sky, slightly wondering if the angels were crying for him… and if she was there with them, mourning the separation.

One Last Job

A man blinks open his eyes and rubs the sand out of them. He carefully crawls out of bed and looks back at the bed, at the woman that was lying on the other side of the bed. He looks at her sleeping form, the outline of her face visible through the dim light coming from outside the window. He breathes in and slowly exhales, memories the two had together flooding into his mind.

He watches the slow rising and falling of her chest, fondly recalling the last few nights the two had spent together in the bed. He resists the urge to reach over and caress her face, knowing that it would probably wake her. Soundlessly, he moves from the bed to the closet. He starts getting himself dressed, careful not to waken her.

Fully clad in black, he moves to the dresser drawer and opens it up. He stares at the 9 mm within its shoulder holster, knowing he has to do this, even though he wants nothing more than to be back in bed sleeping, feeling his womans warmth. He picks the gun and holster up, placing it around his arms. He goes back into the closet and grabs a black coat, a light weight coat that offered minimum protection but was able to hide the gun.

He silently closes the closet door and looks back at the bed. He knows he would be back, but certainly not tonight. He returns to the dresser drawer and pulls out a folded piece of paper and places it on top of the dresser before closing the drawer. He heads to the door and looks over his shoulder at his love. Ill make it back, I swear. Its just one last job before I quit. Ill be all right, Ill return to you. No one could ever love me half as good as you, so try to be strong while Im gone. Goodbye for now. He opens the door and exits, silently closing the door behind him. He walks into the street and continues, until he disappears in the light fog that had settled over the city.


(This was written based on Cold's "When Angels Fly Away" on their A Different Kind of Pain CD. Some of the words he says is used from the lyrics. I don't own Cold, though that would be kick ass, nor do I have any copyright stuff. Even so, steal from me and I will hunt you down and stick a harpoon up your ass then launch it further up :) Have a nice day.)