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Authors: David James
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events of our world. This fall holds them both.”
“Like everyone who falls will fall in love?” Jameson laughed.
“Why not? Anything is possible.”
“With you, I’m sure it is.”
Emily took his hand and pulled him close to the fire that was kindling next to them.
“You, fire, and the fall, Jameson. Those are my very favorite things. In you I see my future, in fire I see life, and in the fall I found you. How could I ever need anything more than this?”
Jameson felt her breathe, felt her live. And as his whispered words carried higher in the air around them both, he knew he didn’t need anything more than her. “I want you to be happy, Emily. The happiest you’ve ever been, and I want to be the man who makes you feel like the world is yours to take.”
“You already do.”
“You feel like you can do anything?”
She nodded. “I do.”
“Then let’s jump.” He grinned.
On their feet, hands together, they took one breath before they ran past the fire to the edge of the pointed cliff and jumped.
Arms like birds.
Hair flying in the night.
Darker as they fell.
And when they hit the water, the impact of the cold lake unlocked their hands. But Jameson was smiling. He had felt the world pass him by, felt Emily’s warmth all the way down. Heard her scream and laugh and giggle as the two fell through the air, fell further in love.
He surfaced. “Emily?”
Jameson’s hand ran through his hair, the only movement in the night. Otherwise, the lake was flat. No waves, no ripples. Nothing.
Panic rose in his chest. “Emily! Emily!”
She was nowhere. Where could she have gone?
Minute after minute, hour after hour, he searched for her. Questions beat Jameson silly until guilt broke him in a thousand pieces. And finally, he stopped.
There, at the edge of the lake, was a body.
Cold and blue in the darkened waters, Emily looked like a ghostly angel. Sleeping soundly. Eyes closed. Lips slightly curved in an innocent smile. She looked peaceful.
“Emily?” Jameson choked as he ran for her. “No! No, please. Don’t leave me, Emily. Don’t go.” And then, “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry...”
Jameson whispered into the night, the day. Until he was found next to her, holding her hand, mumbling words into the noon air.
He was never the same.
But he never left.
Because of a woman named Emily, a man named Jameson lived and breathed the water. He never left his love, his Emily, and forever he would visit the pointed rock that looked over the lake and light a fire for her. And through the cool air and heavy mist, he always remembered.
My story ends in silence, and for longer than a heartbeat I think someone will end the beauty of this moment. But no one speaks. No one so much as breathes beyond the pitch of waves and crickets and sparks. And in the distant echo of night falling, the coming sounds of the Firelight Festival grow and grow. A maddening anthem of danger and secrets, life and death. Coming, longing, waiting.
The Firelight Fall is a love story.
It is almost here.
It is almost time.
I can taste the fire in the distance.
Still, we have now. Miles is holding Sean’s hand, and Sean’s eyes are holding the fire. I am holding my words in the air, and Sarah is-
Sarah is holding my heart.
* * *
This I know: I will not want to look back or look forward, but I will always have to do both. My mother is a memory, one I will always have, always cherish. And in small pieces of the forever created by me and by others for me, I will always have her. But Sarah is my present. My future. Soon, my always. I am between- so many things. But that doesn’t mean I’m not where I should be.
* * *
“Dad?” My voice is a whisper laced with the quiet surrender of things unsaid. I didn’t want to call but I had to. I had to do something. I’ve thought about this for days. I can feel it; the world is nearly eating me alive like this.
I need someone who
“Like everyone who falls will fall in love?” Jameson laughed.
“Why not? Anything is possible.”
“With you, I’m sure it is.”
Emily took his hand and pulled him close to the fire that was kindling next to them.
“You, fire, and the fall, Jameson. Those are my very favorite things. In you I see my future, in fire I see life, and in the fall I found you. How could I ever need anything more than this?”
Jameson felt her breathe, felt her live. And as his whispered words carried higher in the air around them both, he knew he didn’t need anything more than her. “I want you to be happy, Emily. The happiest you’ve ever been, and I want to be the man who makes you feel like the world is yours to take.”
“You already do.”
“You feel like you can do anything?”
She nodded. “I do.”
“Then let’s jump.” He grinned.
On their feet, hands together, they took one breath before they ran past the fire to the edge of the pointed cliff and jumped.
Arms like birds.
Hair flying in the night.
Darker as they fell.
And when they hit the water, the impact of the cold lake unlocked their hands. But Jameson was smiling. He had felt the world pass him by, felt Emily’s warmth all the way down. Heard her scream and laugh and giggle as the two fell through the air, fell further in love.
He surfaced. “Emily?”
Jameson’s hand ran through his hair, the only movement in the night. Otherwise, the lake was flat. No waves, no ripples. Nothing.
Panic rose in his chest. “Emily! Emily!”
She was nowhere. Where could she have gone?
Minute after minute, hour after hour, he searched for her. Questions beat Jameson silly until guilt broke him in a thousand pieces. And finally, he stopped.
There, at the edge of the lake, was a body.
Cold and blue in the darkened waters, Emily looked like a ghostly angel. Sleeping soundly. Eyes closed. Lips slightly curved in an innocent smile. She looked peaceful.
“Emily?” Jameson choked as he ran for her. “No! No, please. Don’t leave me, Emily. Don’t go.” And then, “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry...”
Jameson whispered into the night, the day. Until he was found next to her, holding her hand, mumbling words into the noon air.
He was never the same.
But he never left.
Because of a woman named Emily, a man named Jameson lived and breathed the water. He never left his love, his Emily, and forever he would visit the pointed rock that looked over the lake and light a fire for her. And through the cool air and heavy mist, he always remembered.
My story ends in silence, and for longer than a heartbeat I think someone will end the beauty of this moment. But no one speaks. No one so much as breathes beyond the pitch of waves and crickets and sparks. And in the distant echo of night falling, the coming sounds of the Firelight Festival grow and grow. A maddening anthem of danger and secrets, life and death. Coming, longing, waiting.
The Firelight Fall is a love story.
It is almost here.
It is almost time.
I can taste the fire in the distance.
Still, we have now. Miles is holding Sean’s hand, and Sean’s eyes are holding the fire. I am holding my words in the air, and Sarah is-
Sarah is holding my heart.
* * *
This I know: I will not want to look back or look forward, but I will always have to do both. My mother is a memory, one I will always have, always cherish. And in small pieces of the forever created by me and by others for me, I will always have her. But Sarah is my present. My future. Soon, my always. I am between- so many things. But that doesn’t mean I’m not where I should be.
* * *
“Dad?” My voice is a whisper laced with the quiet surrender of things unsaid. I didn’t want to call but I had to. I had to do something. I’ve thought about this for days. I can feel it; the world is nearly eating me alive like this.
I need someone who
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