Transparent Moments #wattys2016

Bad habits

Bad habits.

1/8/13

Today we made a connection for the first time. He was leaning against the wall inhaling his sweet addiction that was pressed between his lips. I crept around the corner not expecting to see this intricate creature. My eyes fell into his gaze while his lips pulled into a smirk. I smiled back as I admired his raven black tousled hair, the way his ripped jeans fit him, and those stunning, mesmerizing eyes that sent me into a trance.

1/9/13

We exchanged words today. His voice was as smooth as velvet sending shivers down my spine with each spoken word. My nerves shook from all the unspoken words, all the hidden secrets. He truly is beautiful inside and out despite what others say.

1/10/13

His name slipped off my tongue like a soft muffled melody, Nathan. The way he said my name was full of lust and want as if it were the lyrics to his melody. And our names said together, Nathan and Natalie, sounded like a complete symphony.

2/12/13

We've only been together a short time but my heart flutters at even the slightest touch. My feelings towards this incredible person are indescribable. This has to be love.

4/1/13

My feelings only continue to prosper. Love knows no limits, it knows no age, no time, and I can see myself walking alongside with him for a long time.

6/18/13

Today he kissed me. His lips were so soft, intoxicating, and the euphoric sensation was never ending. I smile at the slightest thought of him, of us, and what we could possibly be.

8/29/13

He loves me, and I him.

12/6/13

Today I discovered the worse type of pain. Too much love can suffocate you, but so can to little and he took all of my oxygen supply. His love was what kept me breathing and I currently feel as if I'm drowning. My feelings have evaporated and I feel apathetic towards everything.

1/9/14

I have not eaten today and we have yet to exchange words, only meaningless glances filled with hatred, love, pity, and confusion, yet I still love him.

2/25/14

Today I saw him. Exhaustion was written across his delicate face, there was no flare, no shimmer in his eyes like once before. The cigarette was pursed between the tender lips I once kissed. He leaned against the wall inhaling the smoke before our eyes met. I was once that sweet drug, that sweet addiction, but now I am only an unpleasant distant memory to him. His eyes caught mine and for a split second hope over powered me. Perhaps in the future, when the timing is better, I would have that chance to be the drug that his pulse echoed for. After all, bad habits are hard to break, and he was my bad habitd

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A/N: These first three stories I wrote about a year ago for a creative writing class I was taking. This isn't my favorite one (I don't usually write straight up romance) but I actually likes some of the literary devices I used and the description so I figured why not. I have some new short stories coming up so get ready! I'm actually really excited about this next story.