neocoffeetech

[neocoffeetech]

His night had been particularly miserable. He felt so alone and unworthy, and she was so far out of his reach, he didn’t know what to do with himself. She hasn’t texted, she hadn’t called; it sent him spiralling into absolute insanity.

The long distance between him and his dream girl was exhausting to think about, and it drained every ounce of motivation from his being. Every little thing reminded him of her and he frequently caught himself thinking about the life he’d have if she lived close, within the walls he called his home.

But it didn’t really feel like home. Not without her. You know what they say, home is where the heart is.

His heart was completely with her. Forever and always, just how he liked it.

The distant ticking of his wall clock brought him back to his saddening reality, in his little realm of isolation. He found himself gazing thoughtlessly at the ceiling now, no feeling but the increasing cold around his body on top of the sheets. His eyes skimmed the room, landing on the clock.

1:36am

Another sleepless night it seemed. How is he even surviving like this?

He laid there a while longer, eventually deciding to drag his bare feet across the cold hardwood floors, through the maze of his apartment and to the icey tiles of his kitchen. A glass of something would help him sleep, right? He didn’t know what but he’s in the right place for it anyway.

Circling his options of juice, water, milk, or coffee, his hand occasionally lifted his phone to his line of sight, any sign of contact from his love, but as it had been all night, not a single word.

He settled of a simple glass of water, seated at the kitchen island, phone face up next to the glass.

His eyes grew heavier but the minute, and before he knew it, his head had found its way onto his arm, pressed down on the marble bench; the now empty glass forgotten and gently pushed to the other side.

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The sun was harsh behind the lids of his eyes and his woke to a light shaking on his arm. His head, heavy from thoughts and just waking up, lifted from his numb arm and turned to the source. His eyes, previously clouded by a sleepy haze and half shut, bulged and brightened at the sight before him. His arms, numb from being used as a pillow and prickling with a pins and needles sensation, wrapped themselves around the smaller frame of a person in an instant.

“You’re here! How are you here, when, why?” His raspy voice croaked and cracked in shock as his favourite person on earth, the love of his life, stood flush against him, small arms wrapping around his torso and a soft giggle falling from her lips.

Her presence and laughter was always such a comfort to him.

“Here to see you silly, I have that spare key remember? I thought I’d surprise you.” Her soft voice sent a strong warmth through his body as his heart pounded in his chest. She was actually here with him, and she came all the way just for him.

“I don’t deserve you, you’re amazing, I love you so much!” The words fell from his lips, straight from the heart as he expressed his love, raising his head to plant a soft, long awaited kiss to her lips.

Yawns erupted from them in the early morning chill as they stood on cold tiles. One from lack of sleep, the other from a long and tiring flight across the world. He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed that only now, with her in his arms, felt like a cloud. The couple curled up in content with each other’s presence, his arms wrapped tightly and securely around her, her arms pressed between them, a hand resting on his cheek.

This was all he needed, to be with her and just exist. She was his life source, and he was her light in the dark.

And little did he know, she wasn’t planning on going anywhere anytime soon. She was his, and this was, his arms, is her home.

Forever and always.

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Just a random long distance thing I had pop in my head. Hope y’all enjoy.

#long distance love #short story #romance #random brain thing of mine #writing

[neocoffeetech]

“You’re not real, are you?” The sparkle had left her once bright eyes, becoming dull and dark, almost as if they were fading away.

“No, I’m real; it’s you that isn’t.” His hand, the one that always kept her steady, kept her sane, slid from hers and rested at the side of his tall, lean build.

“So that’s why you have to go?” Her voice hushed like a gentle breeze, wavering with every word. Lips quivering, tears spilling from her eyes, but disappearing before they fall from her rosy, puffed cheeks.

“Yes. I’m sorry.” His back turned to her, he took a step; a slender hand reached for his packed bag at the door.

“But what about us?” Her soft voice rang through him, and he slowly turned back to her, sobs threatening to erupt from his aching heart.

“There was no us. It’s all in my head. You never truly existed.” His eyes met hers - the lifeless void of her once beautiful eyes, the eyes that he would stare into and get lost in his beautiful little world of love that he built in his mind - to be met with a faint ghost-like version of herself, fading into the depths of his desires.

Before he knew it, the world around him started fading. A world he grew to love and confide in, with a whole other world standing before him, a mere glimpse of a place he held so dear, his escape, his love, his forever and always. Everything he had created and everything he had built up from the far reaches of his imagination, the straining heart within his chest that hurt him so deep, even though, in reality, he didn’t feel a thing.

Until finally, a light from the distance emerges and grows, and the boy wakes at his computer, the blank document of his first draft of the first ever novel he wishes to publish. His story of love and loss, in a different realm, in a different time.

He stares at the screen for a moment too long, before finally…

“This is goodbye, my love.”

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My midnight brain strikes again for a piece I didn’t intend of sharing, but was too good in my mind to forget, so I wrote it down. Enjoy I guess.

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