The morning after, he just laid in bed, trying to recall last night’s scene in his head. Did he really hold her the whole evening? Did he truly feel her body against his when they kissed? Was she really beside him the whole night?

He tried to pinch his left arm to test if  it was all a dream. Ouch! There was this tingling sensation he felt inside. Sort of an electrifying, strong jolting sensation.

He then sat at the edge of the bed, drowning his face on his open palms. He felt the heat his hands emitted. He looked at his hands and smiled. Yes, these hands touched her soft melancholy face.

Even in darkness, he could she her smiling. But her eyes, looking straight to his, were speaking of some sadness from her past. He could feel her sadness. In all stillness in the room, with the sunlight peeping through the drapes, he suddenly felt some movement from one corner of his bedroom. He glanced back, and there she was. In broad daylight, she was walking towards him, smiling.

This time, all that sadness in her eyes were no longer felt.


About RaineFairy

Just another girl who writes crappy doodles and sloppy scribbles.

2 responses to “Melancholy

  1. Gary J

    This is a great piece. I love it, Rinna.

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