Unkissed. (Rated R)

8.♣️

IT WAS JUST LIKE MY BROTHER TAUGHT ME, one day the sun will beam down upon your life, lighting up the pathway to your future but darkens in a blink as soon as you take a step.

Too young to care of his words at the time but now it is taken to great consideration. Wasn't my fault, all I wanted to do at the time was play with my older brother. Never knowing how fast I had too grow up at such a young age, what once was a dream to one day leave this town with my brother and mother and explore different parts out of New Orleans, became a tragic ending and an immense sorrow in my chest.

One minute I felt the touches of their hands, smiling at them with sincerity to now standing out in this field of wheat with their ghosts at my side,
Feeling the glares. They cannot speak to me even if they tried, letting me fall into this pit of shame.

I stand in the middle of the horizon awaiting my her with twiddling thumbs. Wheats brushing at my arms with bites of ants on my feet, but I am hollow to the feels, no reaction, my head is too full. Too full to care of life at the moment, spiraling with uneasiness. I am to make a decision, but which could path could I take that won't be my last breath? And which path that shows me the light in the end with her waiting for me inside it?

"Hey!"

I hear in the horizon, only that voice can break any distant thoughts that run frantically inside. I blink away turning to the source, just at the very end of the forest, a smile threatening to break from me seeing her wave so cheerfully before stepping into the field; Polished Emeralds upon her crown shimmering under the sun.

My Creeping smile dissipates, guilt refusing to let me enjoy the image, or live the moment of what could possibly be the very last day of our meet. I watch her every move unmovingly. Hands holding onto the hem of her dress as she's making way to me ever so happily.

Kindness radiates off her face alone, soft dough eyes with those glistening curls I like so much. Yet all that runs through my mind is how I have been so foolish, I should be grateful to the men that saved my life, once again going out of her way to wonder of my well being, I shouldn't be upset at the past. But now all is left within me was a feeling I can't shake.

Despite being together everyday for almost two years, the princess never knew where I lived.

"Hey" She smiled, out of breath, she never was one for running even if I chased her. Yet she ran towards me, for me.

Forcing a half smile, "Hey."

Instantly she notices my change of mood, bright smile slightly lop-sides, "How you feeling?" She asks in an attempt. Eyes instantly fighting the short cast on my right leg while my eyes glanced up the emeralds shimmering above her head.

"Is it doing better?" She asks whipping her head up to meet my glare.

"Y-yes" I forced, shame evident in my throat like thick mucus before I cleared it away. "Thank you." I smile.

Turning away to give her a side view, not letting my eyes linger on the crown or the sparkling necklace around her neck. She knew something was wrong, eyeing my body language in question and worry, my behavior different than from all
Of our previous encounters, by now we'd already be in our second game.

But instead I force my thoughts to steady, trying to sustain from convincing myself that what my father told me was righteous.

Silence has become unbearable in this field of dancing plants. "Is something the matter?" She finally asks, tone lacing with blame already. I know that tone and hated when she used it, without even knowing the truth or what's going on; she is quick to assume the fault lies with her.