When I’m Gone (Story)
Ξ February 8th, 2008 | → | ∇ Writing |
My love,
I write this as I lay beside you in bed. The lights are out and you slumber peacefully. Your breathing is steady and calm. My heart beat is not. It is a war-drum pounding in my chest. I won’t be here with you much longer.
I am not leaving through my own choice, you can say that I’m being taken. You have asked me time and again to tell you about the mysteries you have always known surrounded me. Would that I had time to tell you all of it. I do not. I have but the time for these scant few words. Your love is all that has kept me alive this long. Soon, it will not be enough.
In the park by the beach, there is a tree. It is gnarled and it’s branches spread like fingers reaching out to grasp the sun. Beneath that tree there is a single stone, shaped like heart. If you go to this tree on the night of the full moon, and look beneath this stone, you will find my legacy to you, a gift more precious than anything I could ever give you.
When I’m gone, you must not cry. You must do nothing but hold my final gift to you in secret. You will know what to do with it when the time comes. You have all my love, and I’m afraid there is nothing more I have left to give. Be well, and trust yourself!
your love,
Jessica
