EmbraceA Story by The Scholar-up and edited- Random story-piece, not connected to anything else. Just written using characters I've created.He brushed a wandering strand of hair out of her face. “I love you, Rhye.” “I know,” she said, smiling, “I really do know.” He bent down and kissed that smile as if it was the last thing he would ever do. As if her kiss was necessary to sustain him, and his life depended upon it. As if the second he stopped, he would never breathe again. He kissed that beautiful smile with everything he had. She smelt of flowers. It was a fresh scent, crisp and clean, like the
smell of the world after the rain. And her skin, the touch of it unfamiliar to his indelicate hands, was remarkably soft. In
war, nothing was soft. There were no tender caresses, no subtle breezes, no halcyon moments when the paracosmic fantasies of youth decorated the mind. Each touch was a raw grasp for reality, each breeze a violent windstorm, and each moment plagued with languid thoughts of the next. He buried his head into her shoulder. In battle, men buried themselves into the earth. The earth was soft to them. It was their comfort. They clung to it as their comrades died--even as they themselves died--and they breathed it in as if it would give them life. She gave him life, filled him with it, and he embraced it. © 2012 The ScholarAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on May 6, 2012 Last Updated on May 26, 2012 AuthorThe ScholarEsco., CAAbout“We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are MEMBERS OF THE HUMAN RACE. And the human race is filled with PASSION. And medicine, law, business, engi.. more.. |

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