Love is a memory

Dancing alone

She was sitting by the window, looking at everything going on outside. She tried to keep still, but every thought of him made her knees weak. It was hard to handle the feeling; she wished she could escape the house and go away with him. Something told her that he wasn't doing well on the other side, as she waited patiently for the time to come to see him again. She took out her books and started to read them one by one, hearing Ronald's voice in her mind, reading them to her and phrasing every word.

She finished the first book, then another, and another. She passed the time by reading, rushing to go and meet him at the spot where they had agreed to see each other. When she arrived, she waited for him to show up. An hour went by, and there was still no sign of him. She turned her head to every person passing by, thinking it would be him, but the second hour passed, and he didn't show up. Then came the third hour, and the fourth, until she finally gave in and decided to leave, heading back home.

She walked slowly, taking her time, knowing she was returning to what felt like a jail of a home. She felt bad about the day, disappointed she hadn't seen him, and wondered why he hadn't shown up.

Ronald was gaining consciousness and trying to get up on his feet, as the room he was in felt like it was spinning. As he struggled to stand, he noticed time had passed. It was already around the time he was supposed to meet Jenny. He grabbed the scarf Jenny had given him before and rushed toward the place where they were supposed to meet. He kept trembling and falling, as he still had alcohol in his system. Every time he tried to run, he fell. Every time he tried to get to her quickly, he paid for it by hitting the ground again and again.

When he finally got to the spot where she was supposed to be, he realized he was too late. He knew he had messed up, badly. Determined to find her, he decided to go to her place. It was already getting dark by the time he arrived. Nervous, he hesitated, scared that her dad might see him around the house again. He didn’t see her dad’s car in the front yard but, cautiously, went around the house to the spot where he had once been held at gunpoint. Even though her dad wasn’t there, Ronald still felt uneasy.

He called out to Jenny at her window. When she opened it and saw him, he asked, "Is he here?" 
"No, he’s not," Jenny replied. 
"Hold on, I’m coming in," Ronald insisted, still half-drunk.

He stumbled into the house and went straight to Jenny's bedroom.
She was on the other side of the door as he knocked firmly. She wasn’t sure she wanted to open it, but every part of her body knew she did. Slowly, she walked towards the door, taking a few deep, silent breaths before finally opening it. There he was, standing in the doorway, looking as if he had just come from a race. He touched the door and slowly stepped inside, while she watched him. As he moved forward, she moved back, retreating until her back pressed against the wall. He stood closely in front of her, holding a scarf in his hands. Gently, he draped it around her neck as he began to apologize and explain what had made him late.

"I'll do anything to prove what I feel for you is real," Ronald stated to Jenny after his long explanation.

"I hate what you've become to me," she replied. "You’ve given me something I can't live without, and it's troubling me."

He stepped closer to her and said, "It's my fault, I apologize. There's something about the way you look at me, and I can't tell if you're real or if I'm dreaming."

"Do you want to know if it's real or not?" Jenny asked.

Ronald took one more step towards her and kissed her deeply. It felt as if the last time they kissed, they should have kissed longer, because they had been tired of waiting to be together again. The longing nearly destroyed both of them.

He grabbed her against the wall, as he held her legs to his waist. He told her "I've been wanting to kiss you all day" as she replied that "your lips are all I've been thinking about today". As she moaned her feelings out. They had the pressure burning inside of their bodies. They stopped for a moment and stared at each other deeply as he noticed how brown his eyes were. And how she had this amazing smile that as if her lips had his name written  all over them.

Ronald: "Hey there angel" as he smiled saying it.
Jenny smirked :  Don't call me that
Ronald: Do you think we should do this? As Jenny looked at his perfect brown eyes and pushed him away gently, she removed her top and dropped it on the floor while she  slowly got onto her bed. Wasting no time. Ronald started to trace every part of her body as he reached her shorts and unbuttoned them. He kissed her thighs slowly while removing her shorts. Kissing her belly, as she moaned.

Suddenly, they heard a knock at the bedroom door. Joseph was home and was calling for his daughter while knocking. "Are you in there?" Joseph asked. "I'm coming in, honey." He continued to say.

Fear struck both of them as they stared at each other, trying to think of what to do as her dad twisted the doorknob.