I like to watch him sleep

 A/N I don't get story ideas but I do sometimes think of scenes. This idea came after talking with angeltalion about stories sometimes being like a snapshot of life. Sorry it's so short... but I typically only write poetry lol.

I like to watch him sleep. He was gone for so long and I missed him so much. It’s like I can’t believe he is really here. Like any minute he might disappear and everything that’s happened in the last few months was just a dream.

My eyes trace the curves and planes of his face. I’m afraid to touch him. Afraid that he will wake up and wonder why I am staring at him. He has lived for years having to keep one eye open. The lightest touch will bring him instantly awake.

At least now he no longer awakes ready to fight. Now he just freezes…like he has to check where he is to make sure he is safe and does not need to defend himself.

I live for the day when he will awake with a smile. When he will wake knowing that I am beside him and that he is safe and loved.

If I could I would erase all the pain others have put him through. I would erase all the pain he has put himself through.

The moonlight shines softly…making his pale skin practically glow. His raven hair spills across the pillow making me yearn to touch it. I reach out and gently stroke the silky threads. They cling to my fingers. I want him to cling to me that way. Like he will never leave me again.

I slowly edge closer till I can feel the warmth of his body reaching out to me. I get as close as I can without touching him. I don’t want to disturb him…but I can’t help wanting to be as close as possible. I want to feel him, I want to hold him, I want him to be my everything. I constantly want to touch him… just to prove to myself that he is still here.

I don’t think I would make it if he left me again. I avoid thinking about it. I avoid thinking about that which terrifies me. Because I know… I just know…if he left me again I would just crumble. I would just crumble into nothing.