Welcome again to YAFF Muse: blog rounds. The ladies of YA Fiction Fanatics have come together for YAFF Muse. To have a little fun, explore different styles of writing and to give you some kick-butt shorts to read.
Without further delay, this week’s YAFF Muse pic was provided by YAFF Member: Cambria. Don’t forget to check out the other ladies stories, I’ve linked their sites at the end the post. Enjoy!
Gravel crunched beneath my hiking boots, the sun blazing in the distance. I held my thumb up, hoping to hitch a ride out of this place. But I didn’t want to ride with just anyone. I wanted to ride with him.
Already, I could sense his presence. Last time I’d seen him, I’d been with Grandma in the garden. And I remembered his dark eyes and shaggy black hair. The sadness in his eyes, that made me want to hug him. It was hard to forget my name on his lips when he offered me a rose.
A familiar black SUV came into view and I smiled. He was here.
The vehicle slowed then pulled over beside me. A tinted window came down, revealing the driver.
“Bailey, what are you doing? You shouldn’t be here, not on this road.”
“I—I fell hiking. I’m pretty banged up, but figured if I got to the road someone would help me.” No sense in explaining that I hoped it’d be him that came along. He haunted my dreams at night, no matter how wrong it seemed.
“We need to get you back home,” he said.
Fear enveloped me. “Can’t I ride with you for awhile?”
The shadows around him shifted, his jaw tightened. But when his eyes met mine, I saw that same tortured look that often painted my own face.
“Only to the border, no further.” His fingers reached for mine, but he stopped midair, then gripped the steering wheel once more.
“Thank you,” I said. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”
He laughed. “Be thankful, Bailey. Besides, there hasn’t been reason for me to visit as of late. Things have kept me elsewhere.”
“And yet here you are,” I teased.
“Because you called for me.” His smile faded. Trees blurred as he sped up. I didn’t want him to hurry. I wanted to stay with him longer.
Clearing my throat, I turned to him. “You must know.”
We pulled to the side of the road, right at the Stone Hollow border. “Know what?”
“That I love you. Ever since that night at Morgan’s when I first saw you.”
This time, he caught my hand in his. “And I love you. But you know that I cannot take you before your time.”
Tears streamed down my face. “I know.”
“You’ve got your whole life ahead of you, Bailey. Live it. Then when the day comes, I’ll come to you.”
“But I’ll be old and you won’t want me any longer.”
He chuckled. “I want you to get old. And if I knew of a way that we could be together without ending you, I would.”
He bent down, cool lips grazing mine.
“Please stay. Just a while longer,” I pleaded, hands tracing his pale face.
“No, love, it’s time for you to get back.” Death opened my door for me and he kissed me once more. “Until we meet again.”
Then he pulled away and I traced the spot where his lips had touched.
Flashing lights brought me back as the paramedic leaned over me. “We’ve got a pulse!”
Death loved me, but he let me go. But we’d meet again someday, it was inevitable.