I Closed My Eyes And She Slipped Away Novels & Stories

Then she slipped out, the door closing quietly behind her. I stood there a long while, staring at the closed door, a slow smile spreading across my face. But then, the door swung open again, and she rushed in, locking the door behind her. I remained standing, unable to speak, as her actions startled me. Suddenly, she lunged at me, pulling my shirt as I leaned towards her, and our lips met again.

I won’t let her slip away. When she walked away, she never realized I never truly let her go. I stayed close, always just beyond her sight, haunting the edges of her world like a shadow that refused to fade. I’d watch from across the street as she laughed with Theo, sleeves rolled up and paint in her hair, or as she dragged herself home at night, tired but smiling. Every time I saw her like that, something inside me ached. It would have been so easy to step forward, to remind her I was still here, but I couldn’t. Not if my presence meant she’d run farther. So I stayed hidden, bleeding quietly where she couldn’t see.

With that, she stood up and walked away, swaying her hips seductively as she left the room. I watched her leave, shocked by her words, until the loud thud of the door closing brought me back to reality. I laughed at the realization that I was no more in her heart and sipped my whiskey. When I had had my fill, I walked to the bed and dropped the glass on the stool before sinking on the bed. If she wanted to let me have the heat, then she should be ready. “Alright, Zia. Let's see how long you hold up,” I said with a grin and closed my eyes.

If I stepped near the crypt. She thought she was watching me. But she didn’t understand. The thread wasn’t just a leash. It was a bridge. And I could walk it back to her. I closed my eyes and slept off.

she said. To the room. To the dark. To Clara. We got here. We really got here. She closed her eyes. Slept.

‎ ‎She hadn’t shed a single tear since that night. ‎She just held my gaze, broken and distant. ‎ ‎And then— ‎ ‎She pulled away. ‎ ‎Not harshly. Not in anger. ‎ ‎Just… removed. ‎ ‎Like she was too far gone. ‎ ‎She turned back toward the window, curling her arms around herself again. ‎ ‎I watched her for a long moment, the tightness in my chest growing unbearable. ‎ ‎Then, finally, I whispered, “I’m still here, Isadora.”

Slipping into chaos. Their sweet voices echoed in her mind. Tears slipped from her lavender eyes. She closed them; He’ll kill me. He’ll kill me. He’ll kill me. He’ll kill me soon. My love will kill me. Her hair floated around her like strings. Her heartbeat slowed, echoing in her ears. And she was slipping. Slowly. Slowly. --- || Another side || A while ago. Killian frowned, watching her on the screen. She was awake and was acting wild, screaming, crying and flailing. His jaw tightened.

What right did I have to ask someone I had pushed away with my own hands to come back to me? I closed my eyes as the images in the crystal replayed in my mind over and over. Her sparkling eyes, her gentle smile, her soft voice saying,?I hope we can walk through the rest of our lives happily together. Then the scene shifted to last night on The Eternal Cliff, where she had watched me turn and leave with absolute calm. There was no longer a single trace of expectation in her eyes. I fell to my knees on the gravel at the edge of The Eternal Cliff, pressing my forehead against the freezing ground as a hoarse, agonizing howl tore from my throat.

she replied, her voice filled with emotion. With a heavy heart, I left, the door closing behind me. I stood there, listening to her lock it, the sound echoing through the hallway. My heart ached, leaving her was never easy. But duty called, and I had to answer. As I walked away, I felt her eyes on me, watching me leave. I turned back, catching a glimpse of her standing in the doorway, her naked body shielded by the door with only her face in view. Our eyes met, and I smiled.

And like magic, the storm inside me calms down. It’s impossible! I think, completely intoxicated. And suddenly I realize breathing has become easier too. With my heart pounding in my chest, I cautiously approach her like her shadow, and two of my fingers gently hold some strands of her hair. Then I close my eyes and inhale her scent. However, the doors open, and she leaves, taking my peace with her. In despair, my brain screams for her to come back, but the words don’t reach my mouth. And the doors close, stealing her from my sight.