Project Create 2013: Day 25 - Short-story

Project Create Day 25 is the short-story featured below. Enjoy!

X & Y

X lay on the bed, resting a tired head on the pillow; right arm wrapped around Y, a lifelong love. Y's head snuggled into X's chest, smiling while doing so. Neither cared that all of their bodies were on show. It was only with each-other that they felt so comfortable, a pairing that was destined to live side-by-side. The right hand of X made its way along Y's back, softly running its way along the little bumps; the lumps; the scars; the dents; every little imperfection that X utterly adored about the love that lay close; imperfections that X missed, that X longed to touch and feel while Y was away. X smiled while doing so, quietly telling Y "I love every piece of you, so, so much". Y had heard this a thousand times, but that didn't stop the smile from coming, bringing a warm, fuzzy feeling with it. Y moved up X's body, so they were staring into each-other's eyes; eyes they had spent hours and hours of their existences staring into, but were still utterly fascinated by, still finding new flecks of beauty in them every time they did so. "I love every piece of you, too. So, so much", Y softly said, stroking the cheeks of X's face. Their lips moved towards each-other's; they had spent days of their lives kissing each-other, but it still felt as amazing as they very first time their lips met. It was a feeling that could fix even the deepest worry or sadness, one that could make them forget all their other troubles or problems, just enjoying the feeling and knowledge that they were truly, deeply loved by the one that they adored.

Who was X? 

Was X a tall, brown-haired, 19-year old boy, with a love of football?

Was X a short, blonde, 30-year old woman, who hated spiders?

Was X fat? Was X thin?

Was X Welsh? Indian? Religious?

Was X insecure? Intelligent?
Was X interesting in politics?

Who was Y?

Was Y a short, ginger-haired, 70-year old lady, who hated country music?

Was Y a tall, bald, 50 year-old man, with a love of cooking?

Was Y confident? Depressed?

Was Y Black? White? A tea drinker?

Was Y bullied as a child? Abused by a stranger?

Was Y a fan of superhero films?

Who were X & Y?

Were they a boy and a girl, childhood sweethearts since 16?

Were they lesbians, who met on a drunken night-out in their 30s?

Were they gay? Were they straight?

Were they married? Were they living together?

Were they in a hotel? Were they in Brazil?

Were they.....No.

None of this mattered. All that mattered is that X and Y were in love. When X woke up, the first thought was of Y. When Y went to sleep, comfort was never felt unless X lay near. It didn't matter what else they were; together, they were lovers. The rest? Meaningless.




Cheers m'dears!

Tom.