A Tale of Years — The Fallen
Chapter 5: The ing of Years
I sit beside her and hold her gently, her tears falling upon me. “Shhhh Violet, it will be alright,” I say as I gently brush her beautiful brunette strands from her face.
“But it’s not fair,” she says as she leans softly against me. “I thought ... thought I couldn’t be happy ... I didn’t think I could feel.”
“But you can, and you do.” I say softly as my lips gently kiss her forehead.
I gaze upon her lovingly. There are many in need, there always are ... so so many. And I can only choose one ... one soul to help, one soul to help mend the world. One life to change. So many times I must those in need, so many times to endure the hate and bile of evil so that it can be saved for the good of all. And yet ... there are times when ... when the pain is too great to ignore.
Gently I lay her down ... softly undoing her gown. She looks at me ... her eyes wide with love, with need and with joy. “You are so beautiful, Vi,” I say as I gently slide my hands across her smooth skin.
“I never thought so, until I met you.” she sighs as she slides her hands through my thick black mane. “I never knew joy until you touched me.”
A tear forms in my eye as I lower my face and kiss each exposed nipple, drawing it to hardness with soft delicate strokes of my lips.
Sadly, she is probably right. So much pain for one so pure and beautiful. Such a brave struggle, such a strong soul. If only I had possessed strength such as she has ... .
She sighs ... my tears falling on her hot smooth skin, my free hand opening her beneath me ... softly, delicately touching her. Feeling her sigh in pleasure and joy as her body responds to me ... .
“Oh Chelsea ... oh thank you ... thank you ... ,” she sobs softly as my fingers play across her ... gently creating that look of indescribable joy that only those who have been without it so long can truly understand.
Softly she begins to slide her slit against me ... urging me gently on ... one motion at a time ... creating a soft slow rhythm of need ... a dance of love ... a world of pleasure.
“I love you Chelsea ... i ... i was so afraid ... but ... I love you.” she stammers ... her moans growing as the realization begins to fall over her ... “Oh GOD ... I LOVE You ... I DO ... I ... Oh Chelseaaaaa!!”
I raise my lips from her nipples and my fingers bring her ever closer ... opening her body ... opening her heart ... opening her mind ... always. I look into her eyes ... opening my soul to her as well ... letting her see ... the love ... the pain ... the years ... and then ... the pure white love that I have for her ... and her alone. Love that will belong to her, and no other ... a small cavern of my heart that will always be hers.
And then I say the words that she never believed possible.
“I love you, Violet ... from the moment I met you ... and for eternity, I will love you always.”
Her eyes open wide with joy ... her voice echoing her rapture into my very soul ... she has sought ... for all of her young life ... she has sought and now ... now she has found.
She rises ... and she falls ... her head resting softly against the pillow with an angelic smile on her face.
Gently I redo her gown ... and then lovingly kiss her forehead. “Rest well my angel ... we shall meet again.”
Carefully I pick up her brush and begin brushing her hair. So young ... lost ... but one year of joy ... everyone deserves one year of joy.
The doctor walks in and sees me there as the brush flows through her hair.
“I don’t know why you do that nurse; it’s a waste of time.” he says with a scowl. “Has there been any change?”
I look up at him and give him a professional smile. “She likes it, she’s a beautiful girl and she should look that way. And no, no change doctor, just a minor spike in her brainwave activity ... dreaming most probably.”
“Well,” he says in a huffy tone. “I’m so grateful for your diagnosis nurse. Perhaps you’d better stick with hairbrushes after all.“
He turns and walks out of the door leaving me and Violet behind. “Shhhh baby ... shhhh my love ... I am here.” I coo to the comatose young woman and I see her smile ... . Perhaps if anyone took the time to look ... to treat her as anything but a vegetable ... or to give her the love she should have always had by right ... things would be different. But parents more concerned with status and careers than their daughter had deprived her of that, drugs and money had done the rest.
“One year of joy is all that I have to give to you my precious love.” I whisper into her ear ... “and that year is nearly past. But I give you to an existence of never ending joy ... go and we will meet again when my trials are done.”
I hear her whisper my name ...
“chelsea ... thank you ... i will always love you.”
“And I you.” I say as I whisper into her ear.
I turn to the air and slowly back away from her medical bed ... careful not to disturb the tubes and monitors that prolong her existenc,e if not her life.
“She is ready Hemah ... is it her time?” I ask.
It is.
“Then take her ... take her to streets of gold ... care for her ... she has earned her reward.” I say as tears of sorrow mixed with joy fall down my face.
I see her ... her soft downy wings, her white silken robe covering her perfect form. She looks at me with eyes that I so well ... that I yearn to look into again. She delicately takes the hand of the body before me, as medical alarms shriek from every monitor ... and lifts her up ... her beautiful soul, unmarred, clean and beautiful. Violet looks at me ... her eyes filled with joy ... love ... gratitude. And then she is lifted up and for a moment I sense her joy ... her utter joy.
And then they are gone ... I reach out and touch her cold skin one last time ... and take her brush in my hand.
“We shall meet again ... in joy ... someday.” I whisper ...
“Until then ... know that I will always love you ... always.”
I turn and walk from the room ...