This was inspired by Forever the sickest kids song called The way she moves. The bit in italics is my favourite part of the song btw. Ok enjoy. R&R (constructive critism appreciated)
I lie on my side and watch Melanie sleeping. I'm tired, but I don't want to close my eyes. If I do she might not be there when I open them again. Her eyes are so beautiful, a deep blue that remind me of all the clichés: the sky, cornflowers, the sea. I could drown in those eyes. I want to look into them again.
Maybe I should have made more of a success of myself. I thought that she wasn't the type to care about that, that our children were more important. I asked her yesterday though, and she shook her head, but said nothing.
Should I even care that you didn't you say anything?
I tried to do my best, should've given her better things
A strand of blonde hair has fallen over her face. Gently I tuck it behind her ear and let my finger trail down her cheek.
She opens her eyes and blinks. She looks so sad, even though all she's doing is wiping the sleep from her eyes. Oh Melanie...
She needs to do this travelling thing. It's what she wants, what she needs. I love her enough to let her do this. I can get through this, I can. If she's miserable and depressed she should go and be happy.
It's so hard though. It's the worst thing in the world to know what you want most in the world and know that you don't deserve it and you can't have it.
I have to let her know.
"Melanie?" I say in her ear. "I think that you should go."
Her big blue eyes blink up at me, then fill with tears. "You do?" she whispers.
I nod my head and she kisses me softly. "Thank you Martin." she murmurs. I wrap my arms around her and kiss the top of her head, wishing that she would change her mind.