He walked up to me slowly and pulled me closer to him wrapping his arms around me. His embrace was warm, and his big, strong arms seemed very protective when wrapped around my frail body.
I wish I was more attractive and I wish that he was the one for me. I am one to believe I'm a hopeless romantic but the only one I've ever truly urned for was him, Alex.
The world around me melted away as I squeezed him back, not wanting the moment to end as it felt perfect just the way it was; but of course in the real world all good things come to an end.
He wanted me to be safe; and I was in his arms, he was so happy to see me and I was even more happy to see him.
The hug was a simple enough gesture - affection, perhaps the fragile beginnings of love. The arms that held him were soft, yet strong.
The feel of her body so close to his soothed him more than he had expected. But within seconds he pulled away, his mind swam not with the heady excitement of a new relationship but with thoughts of worry and concern. He didn't want to hurt her; but he loved her more than she knew.
"Go."
She turned her head away to hide her tears and pointed towards the front door. "Get out," she choked, barely holding back her tears.I grabbed my coat off the hook and stormed out the front door. As soon as I'd shut the door I wanted to go back inside and wrap my arms around Genevieve, but I couldn't. She casted me away as if I was nothing.
I couldn't walk up to her slowly and pull her closer to me, wrapping my arms around her. I couldn't surround her in a warm embrace and I couldn't feel the world around me melt away as she squeezed me back, neither of us wanting the moment to end; but it did and she made me go.
I hugged her shortly because I knew she was in a fragile state; but I needed something more..
Her: All I could do was try and release my pent up emotions into the darkness and even that was hard. He showed up and I made him leave; who could do such a thing? Call it scared of commitment or maybe sadness but at the end of the day I just wanted him..
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Under the Surface
RomantizmGenevieve Montgomery, 19 year old is in her 2nd year of college. At the age of 14, her mother passed away giving her family no choice but to become closer. As a child, she faces some questionable difficulties within her own household that soon beco...