My door bell rang, making me go and open the door, just to lock eyes with Agnes Abbott. Agnes Abbott, five feet six inches, standing in my porch for the very first time in the past two weeks. I squeaked a hi. She came in. I closed the door and was about to turn, when she practically jumped on me. I staggered back and hit my back on the door.
"I missed you", she whispered into the crook of my neck. I exhaled. I don't know whether it was of relief or of fear. She tightened her grip around my neck as I placed my hands on her waist. She was warm, I was warm, but I didn't feel anything. For the first time I didn't feel anything. She loosened her grip and raised her hands, bringing her thumbpads to touch my rough cracked lips. She brought her face near, licking my lips and capturing them with hers. She pushed her tongue inside and I as an obedient follower, let her.
I pressed my palms to her waist and pulled her closer. We broke the kiss. "I missed you", she said as she kissed each mole on my face. It was her favorite thing to do, whenever we met. "I'm sorry." I whispered. She kissed my cheeks, "It's fine. I was being a jerk too. I should've understood the situation that day. I should've been there for you. That night I came back. I had left my phone on the night stand. I came back saw the bathroom door open and peeked in. I saw you there lying in the bloody water. My vision was so dark that night, that I just left you there and the house, as a coward." I pushed her away a little, in the literal sense as well as from the thing that I called a heart. She looked down at her feet and then back at me. Guilt in her eyes. Funny, I thought. I pulled her back in and hugged her. Well this pulling in was just in the literal sense. She was already very far.
"I forgive you", I whispered into the crook of her neck and kissed her collarbones. Continued leaving kisses up to her ears. She tangled her fingers into my recently trimmed hair. I picked her up by her thighs as she circled them around my waist. I carried her to my room and placed her down on the mattress. I unbuttoned her top and trailed kisses down her navel. She arched back. She pulled me back up and connected her lips with mine. She turned us around as she straddled my waist. Raising my top up she trailed some open mouthed kisses up to my chin, and then to my cheeks, ears, eyelids, nose, and forehead. She placed her forehead on mine and smiled. "I love you." I said it back too. As an instant reaction to my own sentence, the head in my voice decided to raise an urge to mock me.
Ignoring it I locked my lips with her once more. I needed to forget and apologize for the thing I did. But was I really doing it out of love or was it some kind of responsibility I had?
"You know what?" She said propping her head on her elbow. I was staring at the ceiling, with my hand resting on my forehead. "What?" I questioned, closing my eyes. "I made some friends", I hummed. "I would want you to meet them", she said splaying her cold hands on my breasts. A shiver ran down my body. I felt cold. I felt cold near her. I guess she realized I felt cold. She came closer and rested her face on my chest and pulled the duvet covering us. "Sleep. I'll keep you warm." Another urge to mock her, the voice in my head said. I sighed and pressed closed my eyes hard. A tear or maybe the fluid in my eyes trickled down. I felt cold. Maybe I would come back one day, but today? Nah. She was too far away.
