Our love

Isnt That Enough

My breathes are heavy and the alcohol seems to be kicking in. It's been 5 whole minutes. Through my dancing and calm shut eyes, I widen them and look around to see him. He's never there. His eyes never crash into me with an overpowering feeling and I become disappointed in the way my body aches for it.

As I roll my body to the song two pinching hands slither around my waist. I practically jump at the chilling feeling who ever this is brings in me. I turn my face halfway and scream over the loud music.
It's a man who seems to be in his late 30s. He's wearing a white suit and comes nothing to the delicacy Emilio gives. I furrow my eyebrows and shake my head in denial. He doesn't listen,

He steps closer and digs his fingers into my waist. I hiss gently and stare up as he pulls me flush against his chest. "Dance with me baby" he whines, the scent of whiskey and nicotine plunging into my nose.

I step over my feet and grab my face as my body feels everywhere. I turn my head back and reach my eyes for Emilio. I find him.
He's standing a couple steps away with a chilling glare in his eyes. He's definitely noticed my fight and slowly, he makes his way over.

My body instantly relaxes from the view of him. I know he's only angry but I could feel anything but that. Even if the hands around me aren't his. The eyes are, the intense and deep eyes. They're staring at me, wanting me.

He's only a step away with his face chilled in overwhelming blankness. Delilah springs from the crowd and wraps her arms around his neck. His steps pause.

He stares down at her in confusion and stiffens when she pulls herself up and forces her lips into his.
I swallow the jealousy in my throat. My stomach drops when he doesn't pull her off him. Instead, he lifts her in his arms and vanishes with concern displayed in his emotion. Never once, never does he fucking look back at me. Im being pulled by force but I couldn't care. I stand still staring intently at the spot he just stood in. Watching and fucking waiting.

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I breath out the fire burning inside my stomach and tick with the low chuckling that comes from my room level. My fingers tighten on the railing and my knuckles whiten with anger. How could he kiss her? How could he let her fucking touch him all over and still remain calm with no reaction.

I get it. Life's hard, you deal with things that don't allow you to get back up. But Emilio, everything he does is to much that now with feeling the lack of care he's giving, I'm burning inside.

I wrap the corner with rage and stomp my way against the cool metal beneath my feet. My eyes slice into the room and my body twists in disgust. She's in the bed, hunched over with her head drowned in a trash can while Emilio holds her hair. I blow out a laugh and begin flicking my fingers and holding them tight, "Michelle please" he says lowly, the soft vibration in his voice shallow.

I inhale lightly and attempt to imagine the thought that I'm overreacting and letting the heat of the moment get to me. I fold my arms over my chest and fill my voice with calmness, "she kissed you and you didn't stop her" I say. The stutter in my voice making me bite my tongue in regret.

His body pauses and his eyes stare down at the smiling soul looking up at him. "It's okay Emilio, eventually she would've found out" Delilah whispers, grazing her touch against his chin.

His jaw ticks in an undeclared emotion and my body just stands frozen watching as he refuses to pull her away. His mind is everywhere but I'm only focused on how she touches him with such ease.

"I didn't want this, when I knew who you were I wanted to tear you from anything we had" I say. Staring at him with such pain. "How can you sit there and not even look at me when I've given such a big part of myself!" I state, the emotion running of my throat and breaking my voice.

"Michelle I'm sorry" he whispers. Placing his hand on Delilah and removing her. I shake my head and refuse to let that be it, for that to be all he has to say must be a joke.

I don't want to be angry at him. I want anything but the fight. When my eyes close in emotion and glaze over with rage, I almost can't control the pinch in my body that displays only a part of me that's driven out of desire and privilege.

"I can't believe I thought you were anything different. I can't fucking believe I felt safe with you when you don't care enough to even pull a fucking nothing of you!" I scream. Clenching my fists in anger.

"Are you even hearing me. God dammit, look at me!" I demand. Stepping into the cell with a forced breath. His eyes lift and his lips pin in blankness.
"I get it, you don't want to feel anything. But you don't make someone feel like something when you'll only treat them like shit" I whisper. Pulling myself away and shaking my head in dissent.

"She's drunk. I've told you how I feel about you why can't that be enough" he says. Stopping my motion in escaping. I stop in the doorway and tilt my head halfway. "It is enough. Just being with you is enough! But when you make excuses for things that only create problems" I say. Swallowing the pain.

"That's when I'm fucking done" I say. Walking out and dissolving in tears.