head back, I closed her nose, and pulled down her chin. My lips covered hers, breathing a burst of life into her body. Her chest expanded, but nothing beyond that happened. I pumped on her chest and then leaned over repeating the steps.
“Come on Spitfire! Please!” I pleaded with her, pushing on her chest. “I refuse to let you go. Listen to my voice. Come back to me Sara.”
I could feel my eyes burning, and my heart felt like it was going to explode, but I repeated the steps again. Kneading her chest, I pleaded with her.
“Sara, damn it! Don’t leave me, not when I’ve just found you. You can’t leave me.”
My hand slid across her the skin of her neck and it was like my fingertips were producing a spark of lightening. Her skin absorbed the shock with a tremble and I watched in awe as the streaks of electric energy sizzled over her skin.
Within seconds she was choking, gasping for air, as water spilled from the side of her mouth, and I quickly pulled her into my arms, holding her close.
“Thank you.” I whispered leaning my forehead against her.
My eyes eagerly devoured every line, every detail, of her face. There was a longing I could feel, a burning in my gut, begging me to look past the curve of her neck, past her shoulders. I wanted desperately to be lost in the tantalizing illusion of her skin again, but until I was sure I would be strong enough too control myself, my eyes stayed fixed on hers.
If possible she was more beautiful than I remembered. I had stayed away far too long this time. The need to trace every beautiful feature of her, to see if they were as smooth as they looked, was strong and I didn’t trust myself. I had to let her go, and if my fingers explored her soft flesh, I wouldn’t be able too. She moaned, her eyelids fluttering, and I could see the bright green specks that reflected inside her irises, peeking through the midnight black lashes that fanned her cheekbones.
“You’re here.” She said, her voice hoarse, barely audible.
“I’m here baby girl.”
“It didn’t hurt.” She said hoarsely. “You made death easy.”
Her eyes closed, and her body relaxed in my arms.
“You’re alive Sara,” I brushed the hair away from her face, “and your mine.”
Sara
I was shivering uncontrollably.
It didn’t seem to matter that I was wrapped securely in something thick, soft and warm. I was being bathed in a single spotlight of my own personal sun ray. I had to blink back against the intense glare, but it looked as if the sun had made a special appearance just for me. It looked out of place surrounded by the dark grey clouds that filled the entire sky, threatening to swallow it at any moment. I felt alive, but the sun was too close for me not to be dead.
Were you supposed to feel this cold after you were dead?
There was no warm and fuzzy feeling, no harmonious music floating in the background. Granted I was being immersed in a golden light, but it shouldn’t it have been soft and inviting?
I don’t know. We’ve never died before.
Other Sara
The one and only, but lets work on my nickname please?
I didn’t know if I was disappointed that it was her answering, and not him, or just comforted by the fact that I wasn’t alone.
Both it would seem.
She was right, and I felt guilty.
Don’t. I kind of wish he was here too. So we’re even.
Just the thought of his voice, and its warmth, sent off another set of erratic shivers through my body, and I pulled the material tighter around myself. I buried my face deep within its confines, to take refuge from the bite of the wind. I felt tingly all over, and I tried convincing myself it was because of the wind. Had my reaction not been so strong, I might have been able to trick myself.
In the end, I was not fooled in the least.
Why was I putting so much significance on a stupid delusion?
When I had been trapped in my version of ice hell, it kind of made sense, but now, what was the point? I was
“Come on Spitfire! Please!” I pleaded with her, pushing on her chest. “I refuse to let you go. Listen to my voice. Come back to me Sara.”
I could feel my eyes burning, and my heart felt like it was going to explode, but I repeated the steps again. Kneading her chest, I pleaded with her.
“Sara, damn it! Don’t leave me, not when I’ve just found you. You can’t leave me.”
My hand slid across her the skin of her neck and it was like my fingertips were producing a spark of lightening. Her skin absorbed the shock with a tremble and I watched in awe as the streaks of electric energy sizzled over her skin.
Within seconds she was choking, gasping for air, as water spilled from the side of her mouth, and I quickly pulled her into my arms, holding her close.
“Thank you.” I whispered leaning my forehead against her.
My eyes eagerly devoured every line, every detail, of her face. There was a longing I could feel, a burning in my gut, begging me to look past the curve of her neck, past her shoulders. I wanted desperately to be lost in the tantalizing illusion of her skin again, but until I was sure I would be strong enough too control myself, my eyes stayed fixed on hers.
If possible she was more beautiful than I remembered. I had stayed away far too long this time. The need to trace every beautiful feature of her, to see if they were as smooth as they looked, was strong and I didn’t trust myself. I had to let her go, and if my fingers explored her soft flesh, I wouldn’t be able too. She moaned, her eyelids fluttering, and I could see the bright green specks that reflected inside her irises, peeking through the midnight black lashes that fanned her cheekbones.
“You’re here.” She said, her voice hoarse, barely audible.
“I’m here baby girl.”
“It didn’t hurt.” She said hoarsely. “You made death easy.”
Her eyes closed, and her body relaxed in my arms.
“You’re alive Sara,” I brushed the hair away from her face, “and your mine.”
Sara
I was shivering uncontrollably.
It didn’t seem to matter that I was wrapped securely in something thick, soft and warm. I was being bathed in a single spotlight of my own personal sun ray. I had to blink back against the intense glare, but it looked as if the sun had made a special appearance just for me. It looked out of place surrounded by the dark grey clouds that filled the entire sky, threatening to swallow it at any moment. I felt alive, but the sun was too close for me not to be dead.
Were you supposed to feel this cold after you were dead?
There was no warm and fuzzy feeling, no harmonious music floating in the background. Granted I was being immersed in a golden light, but it shouldn’t it have been soft and inviting?
I don’t know. We’ve never died before.
Other Sara
The one and only, but lets work on my nickname please?
I didn’t know if I was disappointed that it was her answering, and not him, or just comforted by the fact that I wasn’t alone.
Both it would seem.
She was right, and I felt guilty.
Don’t. I kind of wish he was here too. So we’re even.
Just the thought of his voice, and its warmth, sent off another set of erratic shivers through my body, and I pulled the material tighter around myself. I buried my face deep within its confines, to take refuge from the bite of the wind. I felt tingly all over, and I tried convincing myself it was because of the wind. Had my reaction not been so strong, I might have been able to trick myself.
In the end, I was not fooled in the least.
Why was I putting so much significance on a stupid delusion?
When I had been trapped in my version of ice hell, it kind of made sense, but now, what was the point? I was
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