Hope
You’re like a ghost to me. A love so true I cannot see. It’s such a mystery. But I’m head over heels for you.
–– Skeletons, This Century
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USUALLY, I DON’T FEEL excitement when I wake up during mornings. I just tell myself that it’s just one day and 24 hour, there’s nothing special to expect. But now, I’m looking forward to what the heavens have in-stored for me today. I yawn and stretch my arms. Right beside me, is the person I love and cherish the most. Why does everything feel surreal? I never felt so sore and happy my entire life.
I trace his entire visage using my index finger. Nobody’s perfect, that’s what people say. Now I’m starting to question that mantra because of this opposing existence beside me.
He stirs a little. He groggily opens his eyes and smiles "Good morning, beautiful."
His voice in the morning sounds so damn sexy. "G-Good morning," I stutter.
I give him a light peck on the cheek. He suddenly frowns for an unknown reason. I stare at him quizzically "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing," The crease between his brows remains intact.
"Seriously, what’s wrong?" I press.
He grabs my hand and entwines our fingers. He hovers above me and presses his soft lips against mine. "That cheek kiss wasn’t enough."
I roll my eyes jokingly. "For chrissake, it’s morning, Mr. Neilhart."
He pulls me in for an affectionate hug. If I could, I would trade anything to experience this every morning. "Don’t spoil me, I might get used to this. Habits die hard, Earl," I tell him.
He kisses my forehead. "Then get used to it."
Everything is so serene right now.
I heard my alarm ring. And now I suddenly remember. "Oh my god, we’ve got a seminar to attend!" I hurriedly rise up, but I couldn’t fully leave the bed because his hand is still grasping mine. I narrow my eyes down at him. "Earl."
His lips curl into a thin line. What is up with him? "Let me go."
"I don’t want to. Never."
"Do it. We’ve got work to do," I cajole.
"........." He seems anxious, his palms are getting sweaty, he keeps his grip on my hand firmly.
And that’s when it dawns on me, he’s not pertaining on our hands anymore, it’s much more than that. This is what he meant when he said he doesn’t plan on letting me go, he’s scared that I’d leave him again. I’ve been a terrible person; I have that abominable impact on him.
"I’m not gonna leave," I say, in hopes to assure him. "I’ve learned my lesson, Earl." I bend down and cup his face, sealing his lips with a zealous kiss; I want to reassure him that I want him and only him, that I don’t want to live by his side ever again. He responds with the same intensity. I don’t know how long it lasted, but it left me breathless the moment our lips parted. "I love you."
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If We Love Again
General Fiction[COMPLETED / 1st series] "6 words, 1 regrets: I shouldn't have let you go." - Zoe found herself stuck in the past; ten years ago when she lost her first love to circumstances. On one fateful day, their paths cross once again. She was determi...
