Stephanie's Latest Piece--Contest Entry

Sara jolted awake as the familiar taste of copper laced mucus choked her. She struggled for several seconds before getting up and rushing to the bathroom. She threw herself on the ground and emptied her stomach into the porcelain throne in front of her.


“Are you alright?” Jonathan asked as he peeped his head in the doorway.


“I’m fine.” Sara said in between gasps for air while her gag reflex threatened to push more bile up her esophagus.


“I love you.” Jonathan said. He came up behind her and pulled her hair back. “


Thanks.” Sara managed. T


hey sat together on the floor for several minutes. Jonathan traced his finger across her back while she lost herself in the moment.


“I’m so sorry.” She teared up as she flushed the toilet and stood shakily.


“Why?”


Sara just looked down in shame.


“You’re sick’s all. You’ll be okay soon.” “


This has to suck.”


“I chose this.” He looked at her with eyes that pierced her soul with their light. Sara gasped a tiny bit. His lips pressed against her cheek softly. Sara closed her eyes and bit her lip. Jonathan picked her up and carried her back to bed.


“How bout you rest and I go and grab us breakfast?” He asked. “We got tons of white bread and peanut butter. Gourmet baby, all the way!” He chuckled which made her smile.’


“Sounds great.” Sara managed. Her eyes rested on the little ring on her finger he had given her two weeks prior. She brushed a hand through her hair and grew sad.


“I choose us.” He said softly as he held he grabbed her hand again and kissed it.


“I don’t deserve you.” She teared up.