Ella's OceanA Story by Sarah Stephen
The sky hypnotized Ella’s mind as she envisioned the sea. The stars were tiny shells sparkling in the depths of the bluest ocean. She drew in a deep breath, which allowed her lungs to expand and her thoughts to clear.
“I don’t love you anymore.” Ella whispered. Her voice caught towards the end, and even though she whispered the devastating lie she knew Matt heard it. She felt his breathing stop. She saw the light of bliss leave his eyes. She heard the shattering of his heart smashing as hers did only yesterday.
Matt’s grip slacked on her arms and Ella turned to hide her face behind her hair, much like when she was too shy to talk to him. Her feet felt heavy but she knew she ought to move. It took all her mental strength to send a message to her legs, move! she thought. Ella sucked in a trembling breath and took a step away. Matt grabbed her shoulders, holding her straight.
“Look at me.” His tone was low, barely audible. Ella continued to gaze at the ground, the crisp grass held the indents of their bodies, a green shadow of their happiness. Ella’s shadow sprawled out as she looked at the stars above, wishing things could end differently while the love of her life rested his head on her soft mid-rift. She tousled his hair, lacing her fingers between his curls. They both lived in a state of temporary heaven and as the lovers fell, the only remaining proof of their affection was the fragile girl and the head-less boy denting the landscape.
“LOOK AT ME!” He shouted, shaking her body and causing tears to fly. She lifted her head and tilted it up. She couldn’t meet his eyes she, instead, she stared at his forehead. She allowed her eyes to become unfocused, trying to numb her brain from the knowledge that this moment, from her own words, she could never return to the safety and love of Matt’s sturdy arms.
Matt’s golden hands held Ella tight. She relished his touch, he warmth of his skin against hers. It reminded her of their first kiss, drenched from the rain. His body pressed against hers, their lips found each other in the darkness. She remembered each kiss they’d ever shared from their most passionate embraces to a light peck on the check to say good-bye. She wished that they could share one more kiss, a parting gift of sorts. Absolutely ridiculous of course, she knew Matt would never forgive her for the path she was forced to walk down. She knew that he could never understand that the only way to save him was to break him.
Matt squeezed her tighter, “why?” he asked. It was a fair question. A question that deserved a fair answer, one that would never reveal it’s self to the deprived boy. Ella had a lie at the ready, rehearsed it through her own tears and her own pain. It was the only reason she knew of that would keep Matt mad at her, keep him away from her, keep him safe from her.
© 2012 Sarah Stephen
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