Ethereal Tears

The first time he saw her cry was the only time she ever had since he knew her. They’d been under the flimsy cover of a near-denuded fir tree, somewhere in Chad. Both of their parents despised their union, so they both had ducked out on their families.

Under the silver of an early moonlight, miles from home, she’d sworn anew her love for him, and when it had seemed she’d choke on her pledge, her green eyes mysterious in the moonlit shelter, he’d kissed all she’d offered—her tears; her lips; her heart.

It’d been two years since then, and he hadn’t seen her cry ever since. Until now.

Her face was soaked in her tears and beneath her green eyes was a dark shade. Her whole body shook, each sob wringing all he was. But he couldn’t console her, couldn’t reach out, couldn’t… Well…

He reached for her hair again. And again, his hands just went through like he was caressing the air.

And yet again, she looked over her shoulder. She sensed his presence. And it hurt him even more.

He couldn’t bring himself to look at his body lying motionless on the hospital’s bed. Couldn’t imagine her without him. He was all she had, and she all he ever could.

He wished she could be with him, where he was—dead. He shook his head to ward off the thought. He was being selfish. Or was he? Wasn’t that love?

”It’s time to go.” a familiarly gentle voice said behind him. ”She’ll surely be with you, Peter. You just have to wait.”

He turned to look at his angel, glowing in kaleidoscopic brilliance. Of course he knew everyone had a day to turn to dust. But how long? ”How long?” he asked as he watched Susan hurry out of the room, his held-out arm as useless as his corpse.

When the hem of her blouse was totally whisked out of view around the bend at the doorway, he turned toward his angel. Light and the scent of glory and sorrow filled the distance between them. He knew what was asked to be done. He inched toward the light. Slowly.

”How long?” he asked again.

He saw the angel inclined his head toward the window, and then came the reedy screech of braked tyres engaging tar. He rushed to look outside, his stomach clenching.

Susan lay on the asphalt 3-storeys beneath, circled by a pool of flowing red. A truck was in the middle of the road just before her, the driver barreling out, holding his head. He studied the face and it didn’t take long for everything to register.

The same driver that had knocked him down.

He glanced at his angel and was met by a most reassuring smile.

Oh no! He glanced outside again and saw Susan leaving her body. She was now in a being like his and, somehow, it didn’t make him happy as he’d thought. She waved.

But all he could do was stare. And for the first time, he believed even ghosts could cry.

13 thoughts on “Ethereal Tears” by Iwundu Wisdom (@Litera-wise)

  1. was captivated by the first part of this story but the last part wasn’t as satisfying as I expected. perhaps it was because i didnt want susan to die.
    he saw the angel incline his head, instead of he saw the angel inclined his head. cheers

  2. Thanks, @Folakemi. Of course, I’ll always need to up my game. Yeah, should have written, ”He saw the angel incline his head”. My oversight. :)

  3. Oh shit!!

    This type of love is too much. So he wanted her to come join him… I get it but wishing for her death is a little too over the board. If he truly loved her, he will won’t be selfish. I’m sure she had so much more to live for while still on earth.

    A sad and very weird tale :) I enjoyed it

    1. Lol @ufuomaotebele. Over the board? You neva see love wey reash this one, eh? Ok o. God dey. :-D

  4. @LITERA-WISE. I’m a hopeless romantic and I believe not even death can do true love apart, I enjoyed every bit of the story except the end which seemed to end on a sad note, but then its your story not mine and the choice of how to end it lies in your hand.
    Nice one.

    1. Thanks @danjuma, for reading. But why’s everyone sad about the end? Me dey fear o

  5. Sad,But he got an answer to his question. Plus,i love the beginning…the end was too sad. I still love happy endings,looks like they’ve gone out of fashion.The world is too cold now

    1. Lol @eberenwosu. Happy ending still do exist. It’s just how the idea played out in my head. Or maybe I’m growing cold, too. :-(. Thanks for reading, bro. Be well!

  6. Me I liked this one o @litera-wise. The plot was smooth, and the story was well-worded. I’m not really one for romance novels n stuff, but this one appealed to me. Nice one Wisdom.

    1. I thank you, @six. For reading. For commenting. For everything. :-)

  7. Tragic sequence….
    I don’t know why I so love works of tragedy…probably because the world and life in itself is tragic. No matter how happy we make it, we’ll all end up dead, which is tragic to me.
    #thumpsup @litera-wise

    1. Lol @”No matter how happy we make it, we’ll all end up dead”. Funny. And true @Chime221. Thanks for reading, Cap’n. But puhleease, nor love tragedy too much o.

  8. Therefore, as ghosts, their love will continue. hmmm!

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