A Breeze

 A Breeze

I hate to see him like this, hurting, alone. It hurts me, makes me lonesome. I watch the tears fall from his velvety brown eyes and slide down his stubbly, strong jaw. I can reach out and brush them away, but it’s nothing but a breeze to him. I don’t have the relief of tears, just the dull ache that cannot be eased by them.

This used to be our meeting spot. The clock on the corner of Fern Street. It is a block from the depot where he works and a block from my uncle’s office where I worked as a secretary. At precisely eight am, we’d meet on our way to work. I always had a peck on the cheek for him. He always had a rose for me. And one day, there was a ring attached.

And then I died.

Now at precisely eight am, we still meet, but we don’t. I’m only a breeze to him as he stands against the clock, rose in hand, petals falling.

I want to hold his hand again. I want to hug him again. I want to hear him laugh again. But I can’t.

I’m nothing but a breeze that carries away the rose petals.

    About the Author: Hannah Beth is a young author who loves reading and writing YA romance and drinking coffee. She lives in beautiful British Columbia, Canada with her lovely and supportive family.

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