Gone. Obliterated. Everything in its path that wasn't human succumbed to the demonic sea, the wind like a dragon's breath on the earth. With one day thousands of lives were lost without having to kill- their spirits so weak by the devastation of their childhood, their home, their life.
I thought I would die, and not from the hurricane itself. But from fear of losing him. He, the stubborn love who didn't evacuate, even when a state trooper showed up at his doorstep. My love. I drove myself into panic attacks because I had no way of knowing if he was alive, with the power and phone lines down. I'd kiss my phone, tears streaming down my face, trembling as I hear the wind tear through trees and picture the worst happening to his house.
In my state of panic, having trouble breathing, I unlocked my phone and tried to send one more text. This time, to a person from another state. The only other person I felt could help me in my state. I told him the situation- stuck in the middle of the hurricane, scared out of my mind. I thought I was going to die. I told him I loved him, which was true on some level, and that if I did survive that insanity, we could pretend it never happened. I honestly didn't think it would send, and it did. I certainly didn't expect the reply, either.
"Stay alive so I can say it back."
I hugged him tightly, told him my fears and described the storm. He didn't reply, yet even so I felt safer. As if somehow, through the phone, he was holding me close, stroking my hair in silence. I suddenly got hope that 1 was alright, my breathing steadied, and my tears dried. I was warm, safe, all thanks to one simple text.
My life support saved me once again without even knowing it.
And I'm sure he will fade away from my life until I need rescuing once again.
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