Final Moments

A dark start to a brand new blog...

 

 

“Why did you come here? You’ll die,” the words came rushed and angry in the closed space, the sound of the wind outside making them nearly inaudible.

“I would have died if I lost you anyway. I love you, Samantha. I always have, and nothing will keep me from you, not even this storm,” his voice was firm, daring her to argue.

“But why now? We could have had a life together. We wouldn’t be here right now if you had just told me before! Why are you doing this? It’s not fair! I don’t want to lose you now,” she cried.

He softened, dropping his shoulders in resignation, “I know. I’m sorry. I wish I had the courage to tell you sooner. I was afraid. But when I found out you were leaving, and the storm was coming, I knew this would be my last chance. I couldn’t go on without you knowing. I love you, Samantha. I love you!”

He had to shout the last “I love you” over the yowling wind that was picking up outside the small window. That sound and the increased splashing against the window were deafening in the tiny tile room.

“Get in the tub, now!” He commanded.

Samantha did so without hesitation. Just as she crawled into the marble garden tub, she huddled, curling in on herself. Something slammed against the window, cracking the glass with a horrible thud. The glass clinked and popped as a network of cracks spread across it. One more hit, and the window would shatter, letting in all the horrors the wind carried with it. Dom slid into the dry tub behind her, wrapping his arms easily around her.

She knew that Dom had always been a person she could trust to take charge in a tense situation. Now was no different. With the hurricane tearing the island apart outside, there was no one else she would rather be trapped here with. She only wished she had more time, and if anyone could manage to stretch out the final minutes they would live to share, it would be Dom.

“I’m afraid, Dom,” she admitted.

He tightened around Samantha, pulling her closer to him.

“It’s ok, Samantha. We’re going to be alright.”

It was a beautiful lie. She closed her eyes in his embrace, leaning her head back into the crook of his neck while they had a few moments of quiet together. A silent tear slid down her cheek, and then came another from the opposite eye. After that, they continued to slowly roll down her face while Dom held her. He whispered placating words into her ear until the storm became too loud to hear over. When that happened, Dom gently pushed Samantha forward, and turned her chin to face him with his thumb and forefinger.

Samantha noticed that water glistened in the corner of his eyes when he looked at her. His beautiful gray eyes reflected the storm outside with their own inner torment. The life they could have had together played out between them in that shared moment. In a millisecond, the moment was gone, and Dom was kissing her so deeply, it felt like they had become one person.

Crash!

The window broke, raining glass and seawater down on the two of them. Their cheeks pressed together as they clung to each other tightly. Samantha could feel Dom’s heart pounding rapidly inside his chest, a beat that matched her own. Fear gripped her as she realized the end was nearing. With that knowledge came the realization of unspoken words, but the wind was now too loud to for them to be heard.

Samantha reached her outside hand up and across herself, laying it to rest on Dom’s cheek. She turned his head to face her, and he mirrored her motions by placing his own hand on her cheek. They touched foreheads, and looked with shared understanding into each other’s eyes.

“I love you, Dom. I’m sorry,” She mouthed silently. She would not have been able to speak anyway, for her words would have been choked by tears.

“I’m sorry too,” he mouthed back, “I’ll always love you. Always.”

They kissed again, and the roof blew off the building.