Last Breath
The old man sat still as the footsteps quietly approached. He knew who it was and why she was there, it didn’t bother him. He caressed the arms of his chair he felt relaxed.
She stood there, in front of him for a moment before he looked up. The water dripped on to the floor from her soaked white dress, though the puddle under her had not formed from these drops, it had moved with her; a part of her.
The old man looked at her, her eyes hidden behind her wet hair, her skin falling from her face had a slight blue and green tinge.
“I missed you so much!” He said, as emotion overcame him and he started to cry.
The puddle under the girl spread slowly across the floor to the old man’s feet, It flowed up his legs, the old man didn’t react until the water had reached his neck when from pure instinct he lifted his head to avoid the rising water.
When the old man’s hair became wet he held his breath, he stared as if from under water at the girl who seemed to float.
“I love you” He said, and with that he drowned.