Welcome back to Mid Week Tease!
Monday was Saint Patrick’s Day, a holiday I usually associate with Springtimey things like birdies and flowers … here in the D.C. area we got 8 inches of really cold snow! All I can say is I’m ready to get lost in some warm and fuzzy Mid Week Teases! How about it? Wanna come with? My snippet today comes from Mr. Will Cordero, aka Sin Pointe drummer. Currently he’s road tripping with Stefan in my work in progress but Will’s also famous for his mohawk and insanely sweet yet scarred heart. Here he’s in his own short story, at the hospital with a very special visitor, his soul mate, Honey. From “Even Honey Expires” (A Sin Pointe Free Read)…
She shook because she couldn’t cry tears without ducts and moisture to produce them.
“Don’t cry, Honey. Please. Listen, I’ll just stay like this. Whatever this is. I’ll stay with you like this.”
“You can’t. You don’t have that power.”
Yes he could. He intended to gain the fudging power that instant. No one was making him leave her again. No lies. No secrets. No sins he was sure he was being punished for.
“Shh, don’t think like that.”
She’d heard that? “Honey, how did you know?”
“Perk of being your guardian angel.”
“No. Don’t you dare say that. I’m not leaving you.”
She nodded that he was. If he could only grab her and kiss her back to life, or to human. The sickest part of all this was that she did seem so alive. And so did he. Just inside out and backwards.
In the time it had taken him to think about getting closer to her for an attempted kiss, she’d moved farther away from him.
“Come back, Honey.”
As if hearing the pain resonating within his shredded soul, she appeared close again.
“Baby, go back. For now. And when it’s your time, I’ll be here waiting. I promise this time.”
“What if I refuse to go back?” he asked.
“Then your body will remain in a coma while your best friends—who are the only family you’ve got—are sitting outside your door, heartbroken. Unable to do anything for you because they don’t have the legal right to let you go.”
“And you? If you’re my guardian angel, won’t that mean you’ll at least have to stay with me, even like this?”
She shook again. “Is that what you really would want for us?”
“I don’t understand.”
“After everything, you’d want to keep us trapped here like this?”
No, he wouldn’t want that. He hadn’t wanted that in their life but it had turned out that way. But he couldn’t leave her. Not again.
“Baby, if you go back, just imagine all the things I’d get to see. It’d be like how our life should have been. Us, out there together in the open. All those wonderful things we did before we had to go into hiding.”
God, she had begun to absolutely glow.
“Would that make you happy, Honey?”
She nodded and her strawberry waves shook.
What choice did he have?
“Well, you win. But I don’t know how to get back.”
“I can help you with that part.” She drifted as close as their two forms could be and swung her head graciously back and forth, until he felt a light tickle in his midst. Her neck nearly formed into a solid, flesh and blood neck, creamy as he’d ever remembered her. She stretched it as best she could. Her offer to him. Without thinking, only allowing the swelling of his love for her to move him, he leaned in and felt his lips make sweet contact. A second later, he brought his fingers up to rub against his mouth but all he felt was gauze and a tiny mouth hole.
“No, not like this. Honey, where are you?”
A silence he did not enjoy filled the hospital room for too long.
Sorry, that’s the first time I’ve done that. Remember, I’m new at this too.
Whew. She hadn’t abandoned him. “Are you in my head, Honey?” God, this would take some getting used to.
Shh, yes. You should probably stop talking out loud though baby. You don’t want the boys to commit you.
So do I just think about you and you can hear me?
Yes. Just like that.
Honey, I’m afraid I might hurt you worst of all like this. You know I have a lot of fuc…fudged up shi…stuff running around in here.
It’s okay. I’m sure there will be times when I’ll need to give you privacy.
What? Hell. No. I’ll control myself. Please don’t ever leave me.
Okay, but…it might be awhile.
I don’t care. I love you. Only you.
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