"Evelynn, out the door. NOW." my uncle yells as my mother begins to wrestle out of his grip. I make my way to the door and out the house. what hurt wasn't how much my own mother hated me but how I've adapted to her behavior and so I feel no pain at all. I stroll wondering when it was that my heart numbed itself against the attacks of the world.
"Eve." I hear Jian call out and I pretend not to have heard a word he uttered."WHAT!" I cry out holding in my tears as he manages to grab hold of me.
"that's some bruise you've got there." he says reaching out to touch my eye.
"It's nothing, let it be." I reply but he brings out a mobile first aid kit."its nothing let it be." he mimics in an annoying female tone.
"don't touch me. I'll do it myself."I say as he tries to apply some ointment but ignore.
"your as gentle as a bee." he say sticking out his tongue."bees are gentle." I reply almost in a whisper.
"exactly, but no one cares. just like I don't care how well you can apply the ointment all I know is I'd rather it be done by me." he says with a grin on his face. I cant help but stare at him, its like I'm seeing him for the first time. I feel my hands begin to shake, he feels closer than he looks so I panic and push him as quick and as far as I can but he begins to laugh.
"relax I don't bite, although I am surprised you have one of those." he says sitting up.
"one of what?" I ask curiously
"emotions, feelings... love." he says laughing almost like he is teasing me.
"I... WHO SAID THEY WERE AT YOU," I reply defensively.
"you did." he replies confused. "just now your nervousness proved it was at me." he says with a wink. and I open my mouth, with hope that words appear. he leans in and presses his lips against mine. words don't come out my mouth a gasp does and some magic goes through it and straight to my heart and lights a fire I never knew I had as I pull him in deeper, buts he pushes away.
"alright princess we should get home. you can stay at my place." he says and all I can say is "I'm no princess." and he smiles.
"secrete. I'm actually not a prince." he says taking my hand as we both laugh.
[[[now]]
he lays the last kiss on my lips as that still manages to light a fire. he made me love and understand love is patient and kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. ... Love never ends" my only greed is wanting to love you after death.
YOU ARE READING
on my last breath
Non-FictionI tell the story of my mother. her favorite memory of my father, as well as her last words.
