Shorty story, hope you like!!

alright guys. i decided spontaneously this morning to write a short story. i like this story, but, it might seem a lil depressing to you. please read if you would, there is a few edits to do but, this is the deal now. thanks guys!

The sun blazed down upon the grass, brightening its already pronounced colour. Ice melts in a large decanter, half full with semi diluted Belvedere vodka, perched so elegantly close to the edge, on the circular frosted glass table. Its lemon slice, positioned ever so slightly off centre, drips its refreshing juices down the side of the glass, staring back at me like an evil temptress. Directly in front, stands confident, proud and everlasting, an apple tree. Casting its shadow across the rest of the garden, gradually sharing out its relief from the sun as the darkness slowly heads towards me.  Everything seems to just have that endless glow to it, a slight haze as if seen from tired eyes, sparing a very random few objects and areas of visionary bliss in which, their significance is emitted tenfold.

This woman, lies silently next to me. On the single garden recliner, we relax in total immersion of this English summer breeze. She faces me, one shoulder completely exposed to the sun, the light just emphasises her beauty,  long luscious hair, soft and red, falls over my shoulder as she rests her head, looking downwards to the tree. She has her hand lay on the centre of my chest, her nails painted in different patterns, all intertwined in various and uncountable orientations as she occasionally scratches lightly with one or two fingers. Although i cant see her face, i just know that she is smiling. I know that she is enjoying the silence, enjoying my company. She lies there, either sleeping or just sharing my adoration for the day.

For what feels like an hour, if not four, we still just hang there in that one moment. I cant imagine being anywhere else, how could i, not from this state of aromatic happiness. I could stay here forever.

“You OK?”  she asks calmly, slowly, as if shes almost yawning.

Surprised that anyone's said anything at all, for a moment i think about what she has asked. It goes through my head to be really sarcastic, but answer with the positive. I think about why shes wondering if i'm okay. Of course i'm okay. More than okay! Silly question.

I answer her through a smile, slowly also calmly. “Yes i am, are you?”

“I am, beautiful day.”

“I know, goes without saying, ha”

“Fine ill shush then!” 

She replies hastily, playfully, flirting with me. She raises her head and looks up at me and pretends to pull a sad face, turning her lower lip down. And, as quickly and she raised, shes back down again lying on my torso, i hope back to that same smile, i know how beautiful it is.

“Do you love me?” 

She asked wondering. Which for a few moments i had to think, why could she possibly think otherwise, how? Its not like i've shown anything other than that towards her. Everything i have ever done since i met her, was because i do. I always have done, and always will do. Or at least, for a very significant amount of time. 

“Yes.”

I reply simply and confidently, trying not to show anything of the confusion as to why she asked. She slowly raises her head again, staring at me full of passion, full of femininity, of love, of sheer beauty. Her body half against me, her shapely curves screaming at me. She  moves her lips towards mine, their gracious shape looking ever so intense.  Closer, she moves in for the kill.

She really couldn’t kiss much better than this, this was her best yet. She holds, in this moment i could never forget, this is the pinnacle of my life. If it gets any better than this, i don’t want it to. And, as she starts to move back, i sit forward following for as long as i can, still kissing her.

I don’t know whether i said this at the wrong point, or whether i should have said it at all, but, i don’t care, its true.  

“I could do that forever, yknow.” 

Her hair is now falling over her chest and onto mine, its too long for her to control properly. Its nature is such an accurate portrayal of her person, beautiful, natural, untamed. Yet at the same time, shy, apprehensive. Like an animal, there is an underlying personality underneath that attractive facade that just wants to finally let loose, to unlock all those inner thoughts and emotions. And perhaps, i am the person who she finally feels she can do that with, after all this time.

“I love you too.” 

She whispers, my smile appearing now too, and i finally feel complete, every aspect of my life has a reason, i cannot begin to describe what i felt after she said that, and i couldn’t imagine my life without her. She kisses me again, though shorter this time, still with her intensity just emitting from her like the sun on the grass, melting the ice in the glass, shimmering as forever the time passed.

Staring into her eyes, they're so deep, like an infinite space of stars and colour, never seen a light so bright, shining from behind them. Its as if shes studying my eyes too, thinking about what she sees, i couldnt possibly imagine whats going through her head.

Again, we lay back down against the recliner chair, resuming the same position again, her hand on my chest, head on my shoulder as i wrap my left arm around her, holding her closer. I close my eyes, feeling her heartbeat through my chest, her soft breathing against my hand, and i slowly fall asleep, so comfortable, in that state of bliss she always seems to bring with her. And, after what must have been an hour, i open my eyes.

The sun had disappeared behind the tree, the breeze now a harsh cold wind, i take a look downwards and see that shes still there. Still lying on my chest, although, its not the same now, somethings wrong. I take another look at her and i realise, shes not breathing. I start to move her, shouting for help, trying to find her pulse in an attempt to save her, the kiss of life.

Again i try and try my best to save her, crying, distraught, but still, nothing. Shes gone.

That's when i sit bolt upright in bed. I look around, and see that no its still the same, shes not in the left side of the bed. Shes not here. Hasn’t been here with me for a long time. I realise that i have had the same dream every night for the past five years, The memory of it, clinging to my subconscious like a grappling hook, impossible to remove. I try my very best to get out of bed every day, she wouldn’t want me sad, I still feel her somewhere in this darkened room, i cling to that last thing she said to me, the words that give me strength to carry on.