The Forbidden Manual// Denis Stoff

t h i r t y - s e v e n

I was more nervous and scared to what person point gets to face their worst nightmare and I was starting to write my will in my mind, what I would leave to everyone. But at least I'd die happy, in the arms of the person I love.

My hair started moving with high velocity due to the wind produced and then they calmed down as the little car started reaching the top. Until the moment, it had not been a big deal, just some turns and medium velocity, but now the worst was about to begin; what I feared; the adrenaline of falling downward. My heart began to accelerate and the path seemed eternal; that was good and bad, because even though I didn't want to fall yet, I knew the longer it took to get to the took, the more the height.

The panic invaded my body completely when I became aware of the distance until we reached the top. My breathing was accelerating and my pulse was heard in my ears. Then, in the corner of the fall, I had the necessity to tell Denis I loved him. Like if I was about to die and would never see him again.

"Denis, I have to tell you something", I gibbered, with a shaky voice. He looked me in the eyes, his eyes also hugging me.

"I....".

The outrageous screams coming from everyone interrupted me and the unpleasant feeling in my stomach cause me to close my mouth and my eyes with force. The time was up.

I tied my arms to Denis perfect body and I hid my head against his hard chest, filling me with his exquisite perfume that transported me to the paradise I wished to go back too and then he tightened his arms more, protecting me.

I heard the stepping of the wheels of the car over the metal that formed the reeling at full speed while falling, the screaming combined the euphoria and the horror of the people around me and...the beating of Denis heart, to what my ear was against.

I felt my hair moved with the speed and that I had my stomach on my feet.

Over and over again.

When I opened my eyes which was only because I stopped feeling the exterior movement, however, everything kept moving inside me, my head spun and my stomach clenched somewhere around my abdomen.

"Right that was fun?", Denis voice returned some calm into me.

I looked at him incredulous.

"You're joking? I almost died being up there", I gibbered.

He burst out laughing and that noise made the internal caos a stop. He helped me out of the ride without letting go of my hand just in case I fell. I had to admit I was pretty dizzy.

"And now? it's your turn", he told me.

"Of course, that bench over there", I diverged myself a couple meters to a small black bench and I pointed to it. I needed to sit, if not, many would see what I had to eat earlier.

He laughed and he took me took me to the bench.

"It wasn't a big deal", he said, sitting next to me and then he let go of my hand.

"Not for you, but I wanted to die up there", I took both hands to my head, squeezing it with the end of my fingers.

He laughed again and his laugh was really comforting.

"And what were you going to tell me?", he asked.

"Huh?", I looked at him instantly, remembering the confession I was about to make. 

"Yeah, before we fell down the first fall on the roller-coaster, you said you had to tell me something", he insisted. 

"Oh, well...", I squeezed my brain to find an excuse. "That never ever get into one of those things again", I stuttered my lie, hoping he'd believe me.

His giggle gave me the note that he believed it.

"Alright, Alright. I won't do it again", he promised, still laughing.

"Thanks".

While I tried calming the feeling of vomiting, I looked at Denis, that showed his left profile, like in the car, since he was looking at one of the games on his side. He seemed to pretty, how his eye could get that shine with the reflection of the colored lights, how his soft skin turned gold  and his smile like pearls from the ocean. I took out my camera and took a photograph of him. 

He looked at me.

"You keep doing it", he said, amused.

"I told you it wasn't necessary for you to pose", I laughed,

"You laugh", he observed me with detention and... joy. "Your laugh is cute".

I couldn't help blush, even in the darkness that the sky was now painting, I think he noticed my cheeks turn a pinkish color, since he smiled, fascinated.

"Thanks", I muttered, hiding my blush.

"You better?", he asked. I nodded.

"Great. There are many games that are waiting for us", he smiled.

"Are you crazy?", My eyes almost fell out of their sockets. "You promised we wouldn't get on any of those things", I said, without breathe.

"Exactly, one of those, what I understand as any other roller-coaster. These games are minor, if you got on that huge thing I don't think those will make an effect", he argument-ed. "Have fun with me", he practically begged with his eyes. I couldn't resist.

"Okay", I sighed, giving up. In the end, what was the damage?

He took me by the hand to the games, in which every time I ended up with even more of a messier locks of hair. He was right, being by his side was fun. We'd laugh together without a reason, just the pleasure of laughing. We'd run from one side to another, by the hand to wait in line for the rides and while we waited our turn, I'd take advantage to take pictures of him, without him noticing, of course.

I felt free, happy, special; I felt...like I've never felt before. It was like forgetting of the outside world and like if Denis was to exist to be by my side, to laugh with me, look at me with his honey eyes and makes me the happiest person on Earth. He is unique, charming, everything he could be a song, a poem or a rose in the garden.

I laughed like I haven't since my parents died, the world simply disappeared from me, I found myself floating in the clouds, sliding down a rainbow and falling into Denis arms. And every time he'd smile or laugh, his beauty was so extreme that it was ridiculous. His smile was like a forbidden treasure, those you shouldn't look for, those you shouldn't find; however, it was completely attractive. 

After we got on most rides, we decided to rest. He bought a pair of cotton candy and we sat in the benches.

"It's fun being with you", he said, while he ate out of his blue cotton candy. "You're not like Dasha you know...", he muttered.

Dasha! Damn, why did I only think of her when he mentioned it?

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translated last night but quit, didn't realize I had a paragraph to translate I would've posted this last night. 

last night my best friend had told me to check out this show on Netflix called "Riverdale", watched the first episode around 9 last night. I'm afraid to confess that I am a professional binge watcher considering I just now finished the show.

GREAT SHOW

i gave it the five star.

hope each everyone of you is doing fine, if not, listen to music or reach out for someone to talk too. I'm here. 

peace peace

(ps, if you are graduating today -lots of my friends are- congratulations, you have come this far, do not give up. Time makes everything perfect.)

(ps times 2, please go check out my bb story, it has been a while since I've written anything, i have had trouble putting my ideas into the perfect words, those words might not be the perfect ones but they are enough to make me happy for it, please give me some feedback and suggestions, it is very appreciated)