So Close, So Far...

Hey! I was going through a bout of randomness, and i decided to write this one shot. Please do read it and comment.

And it is completely up to you to perceive who the characters are, since i mention no names. But please do reply.

She knew she shouldn't do it.

She knew she shouldn't even be here, it was not her place.

And somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that she would never be able to leave.

She was bewitched…

Maybe it was invisible glue, or maybe it was the incredibly traditional decoration in the room, but she hardly thought it was either. It was him.

Her attention was immediately directed to his chest. It was rising, and falling, and rising again. He looked peaceful, he looked like he had finally had some closure for everything, and he looked… happy.

And she hated him for it.

Well she was an American girl

Raised on promises

She couldn't help thinking that there was a little more life

Somewhere else

She was supposed to be a lot of things. A caring wife, a good mother, a sensible director, a lot of things. And she would do them too, for most of the time, until she looked at him.

She liked to think it was a privilege. Or maybe it was just too adventurous. She really didn't know, and if she was completely honest with herself, she didn't even care. She was so close to him, she could see that his face was the same as ever.

"I will never ever leave you again, even if it is the last thing I do. I promise."

Her hand was so close to his bearded face.

Two centimeters…

One centimeter…

A half…

But she couldn't do it.

After all it was a great big world

With lots of places to run to

The house seemed enormous for her now. No one was left, simply no one. Everyone was gone some way or the other. Everyone had to go. Their time had come.

Everyone except hers. She didn't know when it would be her time.

But she hoped it would be after his.

Because she wanted to feel the pain. She wanted to feel the same pain she had inflicted on him a long, long time ago.

She was ready for the pain, even if it would be heart wrenching.

Even if it would be disastrous.

Even if it would crush the last part of her soul left…

Yeah, and if she had to die trying

There was one little promise she was gonna keep…

She knew she had to do it for him. She didn't care that he didn't know who she was, she didn't even care that he didn't remember her. She had to do it, because she needed closure too.

"Promise me something, whatever happens with us, never hate anyone."

She had promised him that.

Why, she didn't even know it herself. Thinking back, it was a stupid, a stupid and worthless promise to make. She didn't even fully know what he meant at that time.

Now she thought she understood the meaning fully. It was all crystal clear.

And she found the strength to close the half-centimeter gap.

They say that women have great intuition. Maybe that's why she knew even before she felt it, he had been living so long for that particular squeeze.

She could feel the life going out of him.

Oh yeah, all right

Take it easy baby

She didn't have any regrets.

She knew he was happy, and that was all that mattered to her.

Because somewhere at the back of her mind, she knew she would be happy too. Someday.

Make it last all night

She was an American girl

She walked up to her youngest daughter and picked her up. She felt a surge of emotion she didn't know for that little innocent creature in front of her.

She could feel a set of eyes on her back, and she knew who it was even before she turned back. She could feel her husband smiling at her, and she found herself smiling back.

A true smile.

And those unclassified feelings came back again.

She somehow knew that those feelings were not hate.

It was kind of cold that night

She stood alone on her balcony

She could hear the cars roll by

Out on four forty-one

Like waves crashing in the beach

She pulled a blanket on herself, and covered her hands. She didn't like the cold that much anymore, sometimes she liked to be warm, even vulnerable. She looked across at her husband sleeping next to her and smiled lightly.

She would probably never admit it to anyone, but his hair did look kind of cute at that moment. She felt an urge to go ahead and ruffle it up.

Next thing she knew, her hand was so close to his short, and silken hair.

Two centimeters…

One centimeter…

A Half…

But she couldn't do it.

And for one desperate moment there

He crept back in her memory

She flinched lightly and started to draw her hands back. And then somewhere from behind, she saw him again. He was smiling slightly, his eyes that had been so expressive when he was alive were urging her to do it. She looked at him closely, he looked genuinely happy.

She felt a prickle of passion, and an urge to cry, but it was gone as soon as it came.

When she looked up, he was gone too.

God it's so painful

Something that's so close

And still so far out of reach

Her hands didn't tremble as she closed the half-centimeter gap.

She finally leaned down and whispered the magical three words in his short , silken hair.

He was sleeping, but she knew he had heard her.

His grip on her tightened a little, and she closed the lights once more.

When she finally drifted off to sleep, she somehow couldn't fight that one huge grin off her face.

Maybe it was because she was happy.

Well? Did you like it? Did you love it? Did you understand it? I havent written in a really long time, so please bear with me. I just had to write it.

But seriously, reply!