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Alone on the Water (not Sherlock)

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We walk along in the cold wind of the darkening sky. The sun has set and we were following the path of the glowing street lights. 

Singing all the way the tunes of joy and happiness...

Christmas carols.

My arm slowly wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer and closer till our bodies were using each other as a sense of warmth. We have been wondering around in this group for over an hour and a half, knowing we were nearing our end. Knowing we could break away after this wonderful night and go have a wonderful night of our own.

Alone.

My hand slowly slides down your perfect body, feeling your perfect curvature, slowly, until it finally met its resting place on your right hip. I gave you a little squeeze to see if you cared, but no, you just kept talking in that beautiful voice of yours.

One, I'm sure, that could only be owned by an angel.

Your stories of your childhood experience making me want to just break away from the group right then, find a place to sit by the water of the bay we were passing, and hold you close and tell you how sorry I was you have to live with that experience forever burned into your mind.

The tragedy that changed too many people forever...

As the story continued, I pulled you closer and held you tighter. I whispered how much I loved you, even though I really highly doubt you heard me at all... You were too busy reliving the past, and I was too busy whispering my love and listening to every word you spoke.

Every tragedy-filled word with that angel-like voice...

You finished your story and I told you how sorry I was that you had to live through that time. Watching the horror from so close, at such a young age. I would have said more... I would have held you tighter... But I couldn't... I couldn't bring you closer while walking, and my mind wouldn't think of anything else to say... My creative mind lost at the sadness of your story...

So I kissed you quickly on the lips and grabbed your hand with my hand that wasn't holding your hip.

We finished the caroling and ended at the park. We stuck around for the Jesus set up with everyone and sang a final song, then, hand in hand, we went on our walk, walking the corners of down town. A place where I was a tourist, even though I lived here for 16 years now.

We found a Starbucks after wondering around for a while and grabbed a couple of hot drinks. Then started down towards the water. 

Hand in hand the whole way, sipping our coffee, we talked about our lives and stupid little things that has happened to us. Plane flights, almost getting hit by cars, the small things.

We found a bench and sat down, me as close as I could get to you for both warmth and love reasons. We finish our drinks, and were talking about whatever we could think to talk about. I listened to the background of the waves during the seconds of silence. 

Out of nowhere, your hand moved up to my face and turned me towards you, forcing me to stare into your beautiful emerald green eyes. Within a few seconds, you were kissing me, almost on top of me, on the bench by the water.

The best way ever, to end that perfect night with you.
yuck, first off... I hate the person I wrote this about :p He was an... aweful boyfriend in the end and I just... *gags*

Anywho... You guys remember my "True Love" piece? Yeah, that was also writen for that guy, but I turned it into a Sherlock piece so it would have new meaning. I guess you can KINDA do that with this... but nah...

So, this is after Chirstmas Caroling for charity with my Creative Writing/Oracle class I did last year. It was fun, the night was beautiful, and (at the time) I loved being able to hang out with ... him... all night long. It was a really great date (except when he got pissed off, which happened... often...). Hopefully this year I can drag along my current bf and actually have fun just singing (badly), maybe take a few friends...

this took place in down town tampa, and, if anyone cared, the "experience" in which he experienced up close was 9/11. He watched the twin towers fall while only 5 blocks away. He told me all about what it was like to stand there, the panic that coursed through the town, the Hell he went through to leave New York...

For those of you who don't know what 9/11 is:

On September 11, 2001, terrorists attacked the Unites States. They hijacked four airplanes in mid-flight. The terrorists flew two of the planes into two skyscrapers at the World Trade Center in New York City. The impact caused the buildings to catch fire and collapse. Another plane destroyed part of the Pentagon (the U.S. military headquarters) in Arlington, Virginia. The fourth plane crashed in Shanksville, Pennsylvania. Officials believe that the terrorists on that plane intended to destroy either the White House or the U.S. Capitol. Passengers on the plane fought the terrorists and prevented them from reaching their goal. In all, nearly 3,000 people were killed in the 9/11 attacks.

Source: [link]

To everyone who died that horrific day, you are forever in our hearts.
~Blake Moriarty
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Wow.
There's not no real other way to describe this work. It's so emotional and real. It's moving how emotional it is to read this, how it just puts you right in the speaker's (and in this case the author's as well) place.
The writing is fantastic (and I've been watching them for a bit), and this story...is just amazing.
The descriptions are breathtaking, the language and style is just...beautiful. This is so wonderful and short, but just the right length. Honestly this is great. It's a sweet romance (and I don't normally do romance) and the writer's backstory in the comments also helps. Fantastic.