Day One: A love scene without “eyes” or “gaze”.
Samantha sat on the lonely dock admiring the watercolor-esque view of the sun setting over the bay, listening to only the sound of waves sloshing against the support beams. She couldn’t remember if it was Tuesday or Wednesday let alone what month it was now.
“If you’re going to be stealing my spots you can’t be sighing like that. There are rules for these kinds of things.”
Samantha whirled around. Standing at the other end of the dock was a man she long thought dead. She said nothing, just slowly rose to her feet, hands quivering at her mouth.
“I can’t tell if you’re excited or terrified to see me.” His chuckle caught in his throat as he awkwardly kicked a piece of drift wood, hands tucked tightly in his pockets.
She remembered that grin only in her dreams but she’d never forgotten. “They said…” Her knees began to shake. “Eric?”
He took the first steps forward then ran and caught her in his arms as she fell into him.
“I thought you were dead.” As she sobbed into his shoulder she gripped tightly to his back. She dared not to let him go, fearing he’d disappear as he had so many times before in her dreams. “Eric, I…”
“Shh, it’s okay. I’m never leaving you again.” He pulled her in tighter, kissing her on the forehead. “I told you, neither heaven nor hell could keep me away from you.”