Issue 35, Final Fringe

I Will Miss You When You Are Gone

by Jacob Driscoll Issue 24 11.15.2010

13.

This is how I found love.

We were on the subway. We didn’t know each other. I was lost in a book, and she tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up.

“Hello,” she said. “I thought that maybe you could save me?”

The subway car was quiet. Some people sat reading. Some people were standing, listening to music. Everyone was lost in their own minds. Danger was everywhere.

“How?” I whispered, low so that the danger could not hear.

“Maybe we could fall in love?”

“But you don’t know anything about me.”

“So tell me all you can about yourself before the next stop.”

“That’s not enough time!”

“Think fast.”

So I told her that if I could fly, I would be a real hero. I told her about how I want so much to save the world. That all I do for now is exist, flightless.

She considered this, and seconds stretched to eons.

A smile.

“What about you?” I said. “Tell me what this partnership offers me.”

“I can help you. I am the very strongest venom. I will grab you by the hair and throw you to the bed. I will hold a knife to your throat and seduce you with fear. I will read and I will watch football. I will cheat on you only once, and you will never know about it, but my guilt will make me so loyal to you that I will never love another.”

My smile. “You sound perfect.”

The train began to slow. The End grew near.

“Make me a promise before we fall in love. Make me this promise, and then you can kiss me.”

“For this love, I will promise anything.”

“I get off at the next stop. If I don’t look back, promise not to follow me.”

“I want to chase you to the ends of the earth and back. I want to be with you wherever you go. Why would you ask me to give that up, Eurydice?”

“Because nothing is permanent, and nothing is forever. Danger is everywhere, and I have to keep moving. There’s no time left for diplomacy, my love. Do you promise or not?”

I stare into her eyes, cerulean sky framed by blonde clouds, and she doesn’t look away, despite the hard braking of the train. “I promise.”

“With your soul?”

The doors open.

“With everything I could never possibly deliver.”

The crowd begins to move.

“I’m not sure that’s enough.”

People begin to board.

“It’s all I have.”

We kissed and eons turned into forever. We had found rare and dangerous and poisonous love, deep beneath the surface of the earth.

Pressing through the crowd, she disembarked. I was still, staring and tense. Thirty-seven billion years later, she looked back. For five more years she would look back, until the day she didn’t, and then I wasn’t allowed chase her.

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Jacob Driscoll

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Jacob Driscoll believes that you are a good person. He wants you to know you are not alone. He is cheering for you. Jacob lives and writes in Brooklyn. He has written interactive fiction for EN Publishing, including The Indomitable Fire Forest of Inennotdar and the upcoming The Dying Skyseer. He knows you can pull through this.