King and Queen

King

I paced back and forth across my bedroom floor, probably enough to wear away the carpet. Everything inside of me screamed that I'd messed this up, that I'd gone too fast, that maybe, if I had been patient, that it would've happened in time.

Yet, she kissed me back for some reason. How does someone go from despising everything about me to kissing me? I guess the same can be said about me though, just a few weeks ago I hated her for blaming me for everything. My feelings for her seemed to overshadow my anger and resentment towards her though.

Her lips were the only thing on my mind. They were soft and plump, she tasted like cigarettes, black coffee, and complications. All of which were enough to leave me reeling and wanting more. She was the train that I saw coming but couldn't bring myself to stop because her impact promised to make me forget, so I speed forward.

She's everything I've ever really wanted, through the anger, hatred, and brokenness, that is her, I've come to like her despite these things. Most people would see her qualities as a downside, I only see them as what makes her who she is.

It's just a mystery to me why she went from blaming me for her leaving to kissing me in just a matter of weeks. Something about the complete change in her attitude doesn't sit right with me.
I'm going to have to try to remind myself of the way she's been acting when I'm around her. Then again, something about speeding straight forward towards the pain that she's crafted out of, makes makes me want to put that off for as long as possible.

I guess only time will tell where things go from here, but for now, I'm just going to enjoy what we have.

I opened the door to her house and crossed the threshold, as I tried to support her weight. I never realized how difficult it was to carry someone that wasn't supporting any of their own weight. I walked up the stairs very carefully as I cradled LYLA in my arms, making sure not to hit her head on anything as I walked.

Once I finally made it up the stairs with her still fully intact, I began the search for her bedroom. I slightly opened each door as I tried to support her body weight with one arm.

When I finally found her bedroom, or what I assumed was her bedroom due to the vanity table on one wall. I made my way across the floor and laid her down on her bed.

I left her only momentarily as I searched for aspirin or another form of medicine that would numb the headache she'd have in the morning. I found myself walking into her en-suite bathroom and stopping. I was amazed at how similar our homes were in size and design. Her bedroom and bath looked nearly identical to mine. I fumbled through the drawers near her sink and finally grasped a pill bottle, walking back towards her bed, I set the bottle down on her nightstand. I laid a light blanket over top of her, kissed her lightly on the forehead and started walking towards the door. I told her unconscious form just before I shut the door behind me, "Maybe things can be different for us both." At least I hoped they would be different.

I walked back down the hallway and stairs thinking about how this night was the kind of night that changes everything. I locked her front door behind me as I made my exit to my car. When I pulled into my driveway next door I cast a final glance in the direction of her house and I entered my own.