Just One Kiss (Lesbian Story) - Completed

Chapter 4

I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with pure, unadulterated oxygen. It calms me. It numbs me. What have I got to lose? I have already lost everything that was most dear to me. Lost myself to so many people, that I hardly recognize myself. What have I got to live for?

I look down at the thundering sea, and take a step closer to the edge of the narrow cliff. As strange as it seems, the wide chasm looks inviting, almost like a cares. I guess, I have other things to intimidate me now.y

I bend my knees as I get ready to make the leap of my life.

I look at the horizon now, the thin line that separates the desolate sea and the bright sky. That thin line that is neither swayed by the desolateness of the sea nor by the brightness of the sky. I want that, but I know that I have already plunged into the darkness of the sea long ago and my sky is darker than black for it to matter now.

I close my eyes and spring forward as I let everything go. Everything, including myself can go to hell. And I fall.

For a moment, I feel the rush, but the sensations are all wrong and then they stop all together.

"What the fuck are you doing?" a gruff voice yells in my ear. My eyes bolt open in surprise.

I look at the bluest eyes I have ever seen. The lightning blue color is almost as bright and sparkling as the cool blue sea, when the sun shines on it.

For one ridiculous moment, I think this was the underworld and I am staring at Lord Hades himself awaiting the judgment for my sins. But, as we all know, reality is the biggest pain in the ass. So, a subdues voice at the very back of my head asks My sins of what? And my not-so-subdued voice in the front answers- My gayness.

Is this what I am reduced down to? Feeling ashamed of myself? I can feel my eyes prick as I stare into the boy's eyes.

He says something, but I don't seem to hear over the gushing of my blood in my ears, as the realization of what I have done and what he stopped me from hits hard. After all those months of taking in the torture, I decide to jump the cliff. Awesome.

The boy waves his hand in front of my face drawing my attention. "Hello miss" he says like a gentleman,

And I burst out laughing, succumbing to the biggest bout of hysterics. What a sight I must seem to him. A pathetic girl, just about to take the ultimate leap of faith and now here laughing uncontrollably like a mad woman. I wipe the tears from the corner of my eyes as I still stare at blue eyes.

"Are you alright? Blue eyes asks. Well, what do I say to that? He seems to realize the same as he says, "stupid question" sheepishly looking at me.

Then I notice the compromising position we are in. His hands around my waist and we are both lying on the cool grass awkwardly. I immediately scramble to a sitting position as he lets go off me.

I look down at my hands, not bothering to fill in the awkward and for me the embarrassing, silence.

"Why did you do it?" he asks abruptly. Well, that's one way to start a conversation. I look at his slightly pink ears and take in his open curiosity, wariness and apprehension clear on his face.

I shrug. What else is there to say as I wait for the criticisms and the judgment from the stranger, who apparently has not realized who I am yet. Its hard to miss, when the whole bloody town knows how infamous I am. I might enjoy the few moments of peace, before it starts.

I look down again in shame and anger. I am not sure where the anger is directed though. Was it at myself for being so week, the bitches in school foe being, well, bitches or this blue-eyed stranger who acts as if he does not know anything.

"I am Dave, by the way" he says attempting another shot to strike a conversation as he extends his hand for a shake. Too bad I don't wanna talk. I don't say anything and his hand drops.

He suddenly gets back up on his feet, and then offers a hand for me to do the same. I look at the hand warily. Why is this guy acting so much? Does he think I am going to spill all my dark and dirty secrets, not that there are any that the whole world does not already know.

"What do you want?" I know I sound rode, but screw it, I don't really care. I just want the whole thing to end.

"I don't-"he starts. Oh no mister, I am not done yet.

"What? No rude comments and names for me? Come on take your time, I am sure you will come up with something. Don't you people always? I am tired of hearing the same old." I pause as his moth gapes open. I don't wait for a reply

"What cat got your tongue? Can't you morons just leave me be? You couldn't let me live, cant you atleast let me die in peace? What the bloody hell did I even do to you? So what if I am different and not one among your pimple-infected clone monsters? Seriously, I deserve a grand noble-freaking-prize for the amount of restraint I have shown in putting up with you. What the fuck is your problem?" I yell, breathing heavily, starring daggers at the guy.

He opens his mouth and closes again. He does this a few more times as I wait patiently for his accusations. "So, your one of those silent types. Want to take me to the church for yet another ritual to 'cleanse' me, or better yet do you want to sacrifice me this time?" I bite bitterly.

I didn't think his wide eyes could widen more, but surprisingly, they did. Then as soon as it happened, they hardened and thinned to slits. "Who the hell are you woman and what are you talking about?"