It was a Wednesday afternoon at lunch break. I sat down in the cafeteria with some classmates to prepare a Geography presentation. We should use the information we collected on our class trip so clearly I didn't have any clue what we needed to talk about. On this class trip I definitely didn't think about life in Niger or global warming. But still we started to work on that presentation when he and his friends joined us.
We were just chatting with each other when one of his friends revealed: "Laura hasn't had her first kiss yet". I rolled my eyes. But his friend wasn't finished. "The one the bottle points at needs to be Laura's first kiss."
I looked around checking who could be THE ONE. I started to panic.
There was no one I wanted to kiss... except of one particular person.
His friend looked around eagerly and started spinning the bottle. I could feel my heart beating heavily.
My eyes were fixed on the bottle and I didn't dare to look up when the bottle stopped.
When I finally was able to look up, my eyes locked with his. "That's destiny, Laura.", he said with a sly smile on his face.
Everything started turning in my head. My twisted thoughts and deepest wishes surfaced and I tried to hide my excitement.
But then suddenly all of my hopes were dashed again. "You're lucky. I'm fasting.", he added after a short break full of excited shouts and laughter. But I didn't feel lucky. Not at all.
Because once again his religion tore us apart. It could have been THE day but now it was just another day when I realized that our love wasn't under a lucky star.
The whole day I waited for him to come to me and just kiss me. Not caring about his religion. Just for this day. But he didn't come.
Well, he came. But just to sit down next to me and take my hand. His touch electrified my skin. Pure happiness fulfilled my body. But like always it felt wrong. I felt guilty and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was doing something wrong, something my mum would blame me for even if she couldn't see me now.
So after a few seconds I let go of his hand.
I'm here in your arms where I belong but I need to stop to feel what I feel
YOU ARE READING
The voice
Short Story"A boy of this faith doesn't deserve a girl like you". These words were like an echo in my ears. Again and again. But they didn't find their way into my head. And much less into my heart.
