Lost Love

A potential opening to a story about the anguish of losing your soulmate.

The lone candle had all but burned away. Its once tall and elegant pose now draped, soft and warm, across the mantle. The evanescent flame nearing its end, flickering subtly, as if to signal its impending demise.

The room fell into darkness, leaving but a sliver of cold, pale moonlight across the bed.

His torso enveloped hers, his arms encircling her, securely and safely, their fingers intertwined. His knee draped over her hip, providing her with his warmth and protection from the cool night air.

She never wanted it to end. To continue feeling his calm presence around her, safeguarding her from the ills of the world.

But the more time passed, the more he was slipping away. She held onto him, unwilling to let him go, tightly squeezing his fingers.

Her clenched eyelids strangled out a single tear, and it slowly traced a line across her face before it soaked into her pillow.

Her eyes flittered as she dreamily reminisced about happier times; laughing and dancing, hugging, and making sweet, passionate love.

A subconscious smile crept across her face as she longed for more of those moments.

Her heart ached knowing she would never experience that happiness again. It burned as if inflamed by grief.

She would never again feel the touch of his skin, or the taste of his lips. She could never look deep…