Monday, July 29, 2013

Bloomed (Flash Fiction)


I’ll never forget the way she looked when she left us, head hung low, hands clenched at her sides, lips trembling and quivering with words she couldn’t bring herself to say. I watched her leave and I held myself back.

Because I couldn’t be her stumbling block. I couldn’t be the reason she never had a chance. I let her go, because I loved her. Because above all else, I cared.

Sometimes I thought it was a waste. That nothing was worth the emptiness that came in the wake of such a drastic decision.

But then I saw her.

And my heart eased.

Because today, her head was held high, her hands were open and extended and those lips curved up in a smile, the moment she laid eyes on me. I didn’t realize I was crying until she wiped them away.

I stared at her blurry figure, then snatched her into a hug, determined never to let her go again. This once was okay. Torture, but okay.

Because she’d bloomed.

(c) Sara Harricharan

A/N: I'm not sure how well I like this one, but I don't want to get out of the habit of not writing/posting these snippets. The picture was lovely though--it really made me picture the ending thought of the MC.