Destined Together (ON HOLD)

Chapter 8

Soon after our date Aron dropped me home, silently he walked with me to the door. A sigh escaped his lips, and he looked at me tucking a piece of hair behind my ear he smiled softly at me, looking into my eyes he said " I think I should leave" , I did not say anything, but my gaze dropped to our hands, the way our fingers were entwined together. i de-tangled our fingers and wrapped my arms around his waist, he tensed for a moment but soon gave in. I pressed my cheek to his chest , while his chin rested in my head.

"You fit perfectly" he whispered, and I wrapped my arms a bit tighter around him. I could hear his heart beat, muffled slightly because of the layers on him, taking in his scent. We lingered like this for a while, before he placed a kiss on my hair, and we let go of each other. Giving each other sad smiles, we bid each other goodbyes.

Closing my door, i threw my heels and sluggishly walked towards my room, washing up and changing in to comfortable clothes, as soon as my head hit the pillow, I fell into deep, and dreamless slumber.

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Since it was Sunday, I woke up to the door bell ringing. At first I covered my ears hoping that the person would just leave, but the persistent ringing went on, groaning I threw my legs and climbed out of the bed. Still in my basketball shorts and a t shirt two sizes larger, I threw open the door, and came face to face with a chest, since I was wearing my glasses, I pushed it from the tip of my finger and looked up. My sleepy self completely vanished once I saw who it was.

"What are you doing here?" I seethed at the man,.

"Aisla please, just listen to me once. "He literally begged but I ignore him, I went ton with closing the door but his hand shot in between.

"Don't you get it, leave me alone. I don't need you anymore. Stay the hell away from me." I glared at him, he helplessly looked down.

"But please, I did not intend to,-"before he could give me another excuse, I cut him off,

"Listen well and listen good, I don't need your shitty explanations. I have had enough of you" he opened his mouth to speak but I cut him to it," this better be the last time, you came up to my door with that shitty face of yours." My voice void of any emotion but hatred. I banged the door in his face and walked away to the kitchen counter. My hands gripped the cool marble counter.

I breathed heavily with my head hung low, I was dangerously close to cry, but sniffed it, closing my eyes I tried to concentrated on my breathing , a traitor tear slipped out my eye along with a bitter laugh.

It seems today my morning coffee would be replaced by whiskey.

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I felt heavy, my heart, felt heavy. My mood was grey, dark and gloomy. The sun shone proudly outside , as if mocking me.

My past came to bite me, haunt me, to tear me down. It took years to get over it, years to forget those scars. But just one encounter had them opened again, a sear of pain going through me.

I tried hard to contain those tears which were now running down my face. A frustrated scream left my lips and the glass in my hand, shattered in to pieces.

Blinded by rage, frustration, regret. I screamed once more, hoping it could relieve some heaviness, some frustration. Useless, it was useless.

Burying my face in my hands, I fell to my knees, sobbing. While the memories kept on repeating in my brain, no matter how hard I tried to shake them off, the memories came back mocking me.

Somehow I lifted myself off the floor and strutted towards the bathroom. I lay in the tub for quite some time, calming myself down, getting myself together, until I became numb.

No thoughts.

No feelings.

Just numb.

That's how I felt, and that's how I want to feel.

I looked at my fingers; they were pruned from staying in the water for so long. I sighed and got up. Grabbing a towel, I padded my way towards my room. I got dressed, and dried my hair with a towel. I didn't even bother to look at the mirror; I didn't want to see myself at my weakest moment.

Throwing my towel on a chair, I went towards the window. Little droplets of water stuck to it. It was raining.

Placing my palms on the cool glass, I looked outside, a handful of people on the street; even they were running to shelter themselves from the droplets which fell from the sky above. The grey, dark, and gloomy sky above.

The pleasant sun which shone, proud and happy was now taken over by the gloomy and overbearing rainy skies. So quickly did nature's mood changed- from once cheerful to now poignant.

Just like mine.

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- Harley James Stark