She sat silently in her bedroom, in her chair that sat in front of her window. She sat there looking through the glass, watching the birds fly across the painted sky. Today was the day, the day her only one true love was leaving her, off to another place.
Small teardrops slowly fall down her soft pale cheeks. She looks at her small hands that lied on her lap, cupping each other. She quickly wipes away her tears as she hears a knock on her bedroom door.
She looks over to see him.
She gets up so fast and rushes up to him, wrapping her arms around him, as his big arms wrap around her small waist. He closes his eyes tightly, inhaling her scent- her smell he'll never forget; candy apple, and honey.
It was silent between them, he just held her as she silently whimpers into his chest. Hearing her cry broke him.
His right hand slightly touches her light brown hair, "please don't cry, everything is gonna be alright." He whispers, as he tries to hold his tears back.
He moves her, to see her face again.
Her eyes were red, with tears running down her face. His thumb rubs against her face, wiping the tears away. She looks down at his hands, his hands cup around her face, he looks into her red, green eyes. He kisses softly under them.
He kisses her nose, then her full, pink lips. She always tasted so sweet, he was addicted to her lips, any guy that had felt them, were.
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Ultraviolent: Short Stories
Short Story"He hit me and it felt like a kiss, I can hear violins, violins Give me all of that ultraviolence."
