Hands Of Time | Ezria

Chapter Two

Aria's POV

"You're getting a fucking divorce?" I screamed in my fathers face, as his face pinched up and his neck got red. "Aria, calm down," he replied, trying to smooth the waters.
"Calm down?!" I yelled back, clenching my fists, then ruffled my hands through my hair, preventing me from doing something I'd regret.
"You never loved her. You're a liar!"
"Aria, I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity," he replied, cracking a smile. I wanted to hug him and collapse in tears, but I was still angry with him for promising my mother something he couldn't keep.
"People say goodbyes, just in their own special way," he then added, his neck turning into a skin color once again.
"Well, you say goodbye by saying 'hey babe, I'm leaving you. The divorce papers will be here soon," I snapped, and I then grabbed my leather bag that was hanging on the mantelpiece, then slammed the door behind me as I stormed out. I suddenly felt so weak, I couldn't go on. I looked around me, my vision starting to go blurry. I stared at the swinging chair mum and dad used to sit on, as they drank chai tea and read poems. I curled up into a ball and leaned against the banister pole of the wooden decking. My tears were red hot, and they were streaming down my face. And as I drifted off into a small depression and misery, Ezra pulled up in front of my fathers house. He saw me bawling my eyes out, and immediately ran up the wooden decking to comfort me. He hugged me tight, and I continued to cry, soaking his grey jacket. He smelled of coconut and ginger tea, and something that was just... Ezra. I'd never felt this way with anyone.
"Ah," I cried, "you look so cool."
Our eyes met, and we stared together at each other, alone in space. With an effort I glanced down at the deck.
"You always look so cool," I repeated, sniffing.
Ezra chuckled and stroked his fingers against the edges of my sunken fave.
"What's wrong, Aria?" He whispered.
"Everything" I laugh sarcastically.
"Just, everything," I sigh, and he placed his hand on my knee.
"Define everything," He asks, smiling a crooked smile.
"My mum and dad are getting a divorce," I whisper, as tears fulfill my eyes once again. It was so easy to talk to Ezra, about anything and everything.
"Jesus," he answered, rummaging his hands through his hair.
"This just happened?"
I nod and stand up, fixing my skirt and jacket. Ezra stands up after me, and holds my hand. His were big, and warm and slightly sweaty.

Narrator's POV.

His heart beat faster and faster as Aria's white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
They broke apart, and as she looked into his ocean blue eyes and fiddled with a clumped lock of his curly, brown hair, he parted his beautiful lips and dove back in again.
And then, realizing they were both on Aria's fathers property, they climbed into Ezra's silver bug, and drove away.

'So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.'
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby