set in stone .

this is an old story that i wrote a year ago. i'm contemplating on whether or not i should finish it or not. idk. it's just a thought and i just wanted to post something for you guys. enjoy.


Kayla stood before her husband's lowering body. She held her six year old son's hand as he cried feverishly for his father. Silent tears streamed down her face as promises of forever ran through her mind. She held her son's hand tighter as she felt him shift into her, allowing him not to see his father's coffin.

Everyone was here. Friends, family, co-workers and even neighbors. Everyone came out to watch as another great man lost a battle with life. Everyone came to pay their respects to a man that they were grateful enough to call their friend.

Kayla was ignorant to the graceful words the preacher expressed. Even he too shed a few tears as vast memories of marrying the happy couple danced in his mind. No one would expect this from a hardworking, honest man. No one.

Kayla closed her eyes and kissed her husband's imaginary lips as she whispered her final goodbye. With a swift movement of her left hand, she wiped away her sorrowful tears and made way for new ones. She was now crying for him. She knew he was happy now. Cancer would no longer take a hold of his incredible lungs and take away his last breath that was meant for their farewell. He was no longer suffering. Cancer may have won the battle, but he has won the war.




Summer of 2001

Kayla shifted in her seat as she sat outside her building on the red chipped wood-painted seats. it was summertime and extremely hot as Kayla tried to sit patiently on the uncomfortable bench. She was accompanying her elder sister as she awaited for her date to arrive. Along with him would be company for Kayla, who she has only spoken to on the phone occasionally.

"When are they coming?" Kayla asked as her patience ran low.

"Any minuted from now. They should be some where around the block," Kim, Kayla's sister, answered. Kayla slouched into the bench as boredom and frustration began to fuse together. "There they are." Kim beamed.

"Thank God." she remarked.

Kim stood to her feet, smiling, with welcoming arms as her boyfriend of three months walked inside the tall black gates. Kayla stood as well, fixing her jean shorts and running her fingers through her coarse medium length hair. She wasn't expecting to see what walked behind her sister's 'other half'. Astounded by his big brown eyes, smooth brown skin and tall fit figure, she felt like a fool in only walking out in a pair of jean shorts and a measly forgotten top. She touched her hair again out of nervousness.

Kim kissed her boyfriend sweetly on the lips and waved at his friend. "Matt, this is my sister, Kayla. Kayla, this is Matt." Kayla smiled at the young man and seemed nonchalant towards his friend. "And this here is Deion. Deion, this is my sister Kayla." Deion outstretched his hand to shake. Kayla glanced at him and soon redirected her attention to her sister. Feeling rejected, he retrieved his hand.

The four sat outside of the building for awhile and soon stepped into their building for reasoning of the increasing heat.


In the stairwell, Kim and Matt sat on the fifth floor, carrying on a conversation, leaving Kayla and Deion alone. Kayla shifted on the cold marble steps as she felt Deion's eyes on her.

"What?" Deion grinned at her.

"You have really nice legs." Kayla ran her hands up and down her long limbs and thanked him for the compliment. "I mean, they are nothing like mine." He pulled up his pants leg and revealed his hairy legs. Kayla busted into laughter. "I haven't trimmed them in awhile. I guess it's about that time." He laughed.

Kayla laughed a little more as she slowly began to get comfortable. "See, that's what I like. you have such a pretty smile." Blushing slightly, she looked away as he admired her high cheekbones and flawless skin.

"So what about you?" Deion scrunched up his brow. "Like, we all know Mat is the college football star. What about you? Do you hold any title?"

"Nope, none at all. You?" Kayla shook her head. "Are you in school?"

"High school senior."

"Senior? Congrats, I'm a sophomore in college." Kayla tallied up the years, Two years apart. She saw no room for this relationship.

"Deion, you ready?" Matt's deep voice interrupted. Deion watched Kayla sensually as she picked at the invisible dirt underneath her nails.

"Yeah." He stood to his feet and dusted off the back of his jeans. He soon held out his hand for Kayla to hold as she stood. She accepted.



"So, is that how the two of you met?" Kayla, now 25, nodded her head. It's been a little over a year since Deion's death and it is still taking a toll on her. She can no longer concentrate on her huge loss, but now on the upbringing of her son. Seeing Deion suffer destroyed her. She now sits in front of a therapist in hopes that she can help her move on. "How long was it until the two of you began dating?"

"It began the same night. I remember because my favorite show was on and it just so happened to be Deion's favorite as well. Kim gave me Deion's number in hopes that I would ask him to help me pick an appropriate college, but we all know that wasn't the case." Those priceless memories caused Kayla to smile. She was smiling, she never felt that good. Ever.

Kayla looked at the miniature grandfather clock that sat on Dr. Lyles' desk. "I have to get going. Kyle is getting out of school soon." She stood and retrieved her bag from the empty seat adjacent to her. Dr, Lyles stood up, bidding her a goodbye and scheduling her another appointment.