10 December 2012
~Dan
Did she just do that... She did. Why? Why, do that? She put hours and hours into the wedding. What reason does she have to do that? I had found the perfect girl, deep green eyes with crimson hair the length of her shoulders. Her lips as red as roses and cheeks always rosy pink. Her skin an ivory colour and as smooth as a fishes scale. 'Run after her, man!' I think and my body responds before I have time to even think about it, I run the same way she had and hope I can catch her.
~Drew
I quickly wipe away the thousands of tears that have fallen. I love him, I do but Im a bomb that should be in containment. I could go off any second. Suddenly, I hear footsteps thudding on the ground. "DREW! DREW! PLEASE!" cries the familiar voice of Dan. "Just listen..." he says slightly softer. I feel his hand on my arm but shake it off. If he stops me I could never go. The footsteps stop and I take my chance I get maybe 3meters away and stop and turn. I cant leave him, never.
~Dan
She looks me in the eyes and I see it hurt her to leave. Her mascara has run down her face and her eyes are red and blotchy. Slowly she looks down an her feet, "And dead silence filled the air that left the runaway bride feeling frightened and worried." she mutters with no emotion in her voice. I take a step forward and another and another and another and soon Im pressing her against my chest and looking down at her. Then comes the moment that I always cherish... The moment she leans in and kisses me.
~Drew
As our lips find the perfect rhythm I become wary of the fact we are in the middle of a road by a hotel. I begin to push him towards the hotel. Finally I break the kiss and take his hand. I run to the door of the hotel and go the the reception desk. I search Dans pocket and find his wallet. I take out a hundred pounds and pay the price for the best suite in the 5 star hotel. Its called the LoveBirds Suite and it should do the job for what I want. I take Dans tie and start pulling him to our room. As soon as we enter he pushes me up against the wall and our lips emerge and once again find rhythm. Our lips brush again and again and slowly we slip out of our clothes...
One Last Step 2 • Opuss № I