28 July 2012
I followed her outside, her heels clicking against the ground, emitting the anger she had bottled up inside, contradicting her stone cold exterior.
She stopped abruptly, her face being lit by the moon and stars. She reached behind her to pull out a box of Camels, noticing the lack of cigarettes, she hurled the empty box at the ground.
At last she acknowledged my existence and turned to face me. Though her features arrayed pure anger, her eyes showed nothing but need for the nicotine.
Reluctant, I got out my own pack of cigs; Marlboro, a different brand from what she usually smokes, and not necessarily one she likes. But the temptation of something the need so desperately overwhelms her taste and she grabs the cigarette in my outstretched hand and gratefully lights an end, placing the opposite side between her delicate red lips.
She nods a thank you in my direction, before turning back to watch the stars. The moonlight casts the impression that she's made of not stone but porcelain, except as she takes the first drag and lets the smoke exit through the other side of her mouth, it's obvious she is not innocent enough to play the role of the vitreous material.
I cannot help but to stare at her beauty, basked in the glow of the white light.
Another drag, another wisp.
In that moment I realized that she was my own desideratum. I craved for her affection more than I and she lusted for the paper wrapped poison, that used to be the only substance I ever required to live. I longed to have her in my arms, as much as she longed for a cig between her lips. I couldn't compete with the cancer stick she adores. Yet, I tried my luck.
"I love you." I said, my voice shaking along with my body, breaking the eerie silence between us.
I have to admit, I was hoping for a more emotional response, anything besides a look and a sigh laced with vexation.
Try again, my brain urged, so I complied and felt my self moving to where we were eye to eye.
She barely noticed my change in location and breathed in, filling her lungs with the killer smoke, ere letting it out in my face which was only inches away.
Then, my hand yanked the cigarette from her mouth, tossing it aside. She gaped at me, the nerve of what I had just done. I took advantage of that. I pressed my lips against hers. It was completely imperfect. We were moving to different rhythms and unsure of what to do, for this moment was never imagined, even in the wildest part of our minds. But as the awkward seconds passed, the kiss became full of passion and I could feel her dander at the world dissipated, an emotion I've never seen her possess, took it's place.
"I love you too." She muttered against my lips.
Right then an there I became the happiest man alive.
True Love • Opuss № I