That one night I had sex with him…That one night…
My whimpers were quiet, yet uncontrollable. I buried my face into the side of his neck, hoping he wouldn't see me cry. The smell of his odor mixed with a very faint, and yet heartwarming, cologne rushed up my nostrils and caused a shiver down my waist. The soft cotton of his shirt hidden beneath the jacket was now damp from the tears I had shamefully shed, and the wet drops remained helplessly consistent as I felt his arms cross around the slope of my back, colliding my cold, shaking body against his warm, loving one; a side of Alex that I could only dream of dying in the arms of. He was melting me ever so slowly. Crushing me with his presence. Killing me with his voice...
"I love you." I’ve never felt like that, it was as if I was connecting with him more… He was inside of me and the pleasure he gave me…. That night we had more than one round but that was the only night I could feel him inside of me, the only night I could feel him connected to me…The only one… "I love you." He repeated.
But once again I didn’t answer, I couldn’t answer as he wanted ‘cause then I would lose the game. And ‘Game Over’ wasn’t something I actually liked hearing! I don't love him. I never will. I can't. Trisha doesn't feel love. Especially after what I found out when I ran into Aaron, a friend of ours throughout those years...
It was a windy, cold December morning. The pollution in the air circulated the area, leaving me to stand inside the fucking telephone booth. Aaron was walking along and my mood rose. You see, the three of us had always so much fun. It was weird really. We were like actors from an adventure teen TV series. One of our adventures was in a place called Destiny, but that's another story. One in which I will die remembering, even if nobody believes me.
In the end we decided to eat at a restaurant but the time I spent there ended sooner than I had expected, for I received some unexpected news that left me heartbroken, only because I really liked Alex. At least that’s what I thought but now I know that maybe what I felt that time was love, and maybe that was my biggest mistake.
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Hell in my eyes!
Подростковая литератураBy the age of nineteen, Trisha experienced things she should never experience for her age...