The
grass felt cool against my skin as i lay in the middle of the field.
I stared up at the night sky and admired its beauty. The moon was
full gave off a comforting light. The stars pin pricked and flickered
on the black canvas. A cool breeze rolled in making waves in the
grass and causing the surrounding trees to sway back and forth. It
was a perfect night. Almost too perfect.
Be
Brave.
Brave.
That one word seemed to fill my head to the point of bursting. I
thought of what had to be done. I had come all this way. I couldn't
just give up now.
It
has to be done.
I
brought my fist close to my heart and held it there. The single word
in my head was now joined by a flood of memories. Memories of joy,
sorrow and even anger. But i love them all. They all had their own
special meanings to them. They were also all I would have left after
tonight.
It
is time.
I
lifted my fist towards the sky and held it there for a few moments.
Those last moments felt like an eternity. Finally I unclentched my
fist and an object began to ascend from my hand. It flew higher and
higher until it sat in front of the moon. The moon's light shone
around the object giving it a heavenly aura. It sat there for several
seconds. A lone tear rolled down my cheek.
This
is how it was supposed to be.
The
wind picked up again and carried the object away. It danced and
fluttered in the wind. More memories began to come and more tears
followed. And there, drifting towards the horizon, was my last fuck.
I had no more to give. I would never again have another fuck to give.
