9/11 Short Stories

Her body always feels cold, always feels fragile. That’s why someone else’s touch always feels so foreign to her. She was beneath a misty coral-colored sky, dotted with stars and dark blue clouds. She stood there, eyes wide and hardly blinking, as though she was waiting for something that could pass by in a split second and be gone in the next. But she couldn’t quite put a finger on what it is, and she still can’t. She sighed quietly, allows her unneeded lungs to take in the fresh, cool air that she also does not require. Serenity. That’s what she felt that night. Sincere relief. But those tender emotions full of peace were quickly replaced by waves of anxiety, ones that were diminished even sooner once she recognized the footsteps within …show more content…

Rose chuckled as she stood next to the pale gem. Pearl grinned and breathed in through her nose once again at the sound of the laugh she had grown so fond of, because it had comforted her so. “What are you doing all the way out here, Pearl?” Rose inquired, her gaze fixated at the view before them, obviously fascinated by the twinkling stars and the endless sky that surrounded the arena. “This place — does it really serve a purpose anymore? I mean, now that the war is over…” Pearl whipped her head around to face Rose. “D-don’t be absurd, Rose!” She said with a nervous laugh. “This place...it’s part of history. I learned so much here, saw so much here. I...I can’t bear to part with it.” Rose peered down at her liege, and her grin slowly faded into an expression of subtle confusion. “Your eyes,” “Huh?” Pearl blinked, seemingly at a loss of words, curious yet terrified of what Rose’s words to follow such an ambiguous statement will be. “I’ve never seen such passionate eyes before,” Rose offered Pearl a gentle smile, then proceeded to extend her arm out and interlaced her fingers with Pearl’s own bony …show more content…

But she seemed to sense Pearl’s eyes on her. “What are you thinking about?” Pearl felt her breath hitch. “I was wondering...where we will go from here.” Rose laughed. “Anywhere is fine by me.” Pearl gulped. “Anywhere?” “As long as I’m with you, my Pearl,” she said, before smiling again. Pearl blinked, her chest heating up in a way for a reason she couldn’t even pinpoint, her head & heart were racing so much. It’s merely a smile, she felt herself think. Nonetheless, one that she had seen countless times to the point where she was able to recognize where Rose’s lips dipped & curved as she did so. But this time it was different, and as Rose held Pearl’s hand even tighter in her own, she felt herself thinking, truly thinking, that she could probably stay here like this forever and ever if she could. She would. The child was small, like all newborns were. “Sooo, Steven, right?” Amethyst asked, closely observing the child with wide eyes. “Heh, yeah,” Greg replied, his eyes heavy and rather tired-looking. “You think we made an alright decision? I mean, it’s not special, but