Feeling

He always loved feeling her hand in his.

He always loved feeling her fingers laced perfectly with his, as if they were two pieces to the same puzzle.

Even when things felt hopeless, he would feel her hand, and his heart would lift.

As long as she was with him, everything would be okay.

As long as his savior as by his side, nothing could hurt him. l

The white wall was mocking him, laughing at him.

"You'll never feel her fingers laced with yours again," it said. "You'll never have her by your side. Your savior can never keep the pain away."

"Shut up," he said through gritted teeth, shutting his eyes tight to keep the image of that wall out of his brain. But, it was no use. That was all he could see.

"Did you really think you could be with her forever? Were you really so naive to think nothing would tear you apart?"

He opened his eyes, feeling a tear slide down his cheek. He didn't respond to the wall; he didn't let it continue speaking.

He turned his back on it and walked away, repressing the urge to run back and smash through it.

It wouldn't bring him back to her, but it would make him feel better.

He sighed, forcing himself to continue walking.

He always loved feeling her hand in his.

He always loved feeling her fingers laced perfectly with his, as if they were two pieces to the same puzzle.

And now she was gone.

Without his savior, nothing could keep the pain away.

The End