Just A Tear Drop Away

Part 2

Don't stop beleiving

 I sat on the roof of this factory, a cigarette pinched in between my fingers. My whole body was sore, I felt drained of nearly all of my energy. All I wanted to do was crawl back into bed with that mysterious woman.

Belinda.

Flashbacks made my clouded conscience become clear, the burry memories of last night gained vivid clarity, rough sex and cigarettes. Dark bedrooms and the moonlight streaming in through the windows. Her dark, piercing eyes locking with mine for a split moment before I tear away at the bed sheets, throwing my head back against the velvety pillow.

I let a shaky breath at the though, taking another drag of my cigarette. That woman...I need to know more about her. She is one thing that jumped into my life that I want to explore.

All nights turn into, mornings. The sun rises above the horizon each day to give us a new start. In the next twelve hours, I am going to figure out if Belinda is this new start. I'm already seventy-five percent certain that she is going to be the biggest adventure of my life; The most exciting, the most entrancing, and the most...heated.

I put my cigarette out, flicking it into the air where it fell far, hitting the streets about 50 floors below. I made my way down the staircase to the 34th floor, confidently walking down the hallway back to that fucking room. I swung open the door and caught the strong scent of marijuana and food cooking in the kitchen. I shit the door behind me gently, but she was already aware of my presence and came striding out of the kitchen, a joint in one hand and a plate of waffles in the other.

"Want some?" She offer the waffles first, and I gladly accept. Scarfing down one and handing the plate back to her, feeling some of the energy in my body return to me. Next, she offered the joint. I took the small, cigarette-like object in between my fingers and puffed on it, inhaling the grassy tasting smoke before harshly coughing it out, feeling an instant buzz in my brain after I recovered from my coughing fit. I took another quick puff and passed it back to her.

I started to feel like I was floating, my head rising above the clouds yet my feet were still on the ground. I glanced at my lap for a moment before looking back uo at this mystifying woman.

"What does the name Marina mean again?"

She smiles, showing her teeth before it turns into a straighter line. Opening her mouth to speak, she goes on the explain that Belinda meant "sea" in Greek.

"My middle name is Lambrini, which means bright and my last name is larae, which means diamond. So my name is literally " bright sea diamond" in Greek. I'm half and half, my mother was Welsh and my dad is Greek. I spent a couple of years in Athens before I moved here to far far away.

I nodded, absorbed all of the information she just gave me. Her name was probably the most gorgeous name I had ever heard, and it definitely suited her. Hmm...Belinda. I could get used to that.

She passed the joint back to me, taking s couple of puffs and blowing a few smoke rings here and there. I was captured by her grwacefulness, especially her lips, cheekbones and eyes. Her being Greek explains her beuty without questions, she looks like a Greek goddess, embodied in human flesh.

Aphrodite is the Greek goddess of love, beauty, pleasure, and procreation. She must have been a descendant of her, she could easily pass as one. Her voice could lull me to sleep, or tell me to do anything. I would do anything Belinda tells me to do. Her voice is gthe epitome of persuasion. She sounds like she already knows what is going on ahead of time; For example, last night all she had to do was looks into my unsure eyes and she knew that I wanted to go inside that factory with her.

I took another hit from the joint, immediately hitting a higher level of hogh than I was before. I sputtered a little bit before passing it back again, shaking my head at the thought of hitting it again. I was high as fuck already.

I gazed into Belinda's glossy eyes and got lost in them. seeing them more closely, I noted that they are the perfect chestnut shade of brown, catching the light in the most brilliant way. They almost give off a golden tint when the sun coming in through the windows hits them.

"So, Ary...what is your favorite hobby?"

oh, that's a good question.

"I love to write music and do community service projects. My true passion? I'm not sure. I think its love. Love is what I strive for, sharing my body and my mind with beautiful creatures like....like you. You're beautiful. You're absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. Your eyes.... they do something to me. Comparable to hypnosis. They captivate  me, they leave me wondering freely in your electric soul.

Her jaw almost hit the floor. She was at a loss for words, feeding off of the fire that she set in my eyes. She sparked like a blaze, grinning like a maniac. Like a drug addict that had just got their dailey fix. She grabbed my hand, caressing it between her own.

I smiled at her, offering assurance. She moves from the chair and lifts me up out of mine, carrying me bridal-style back into her bedroom. We slip under the black covers, and instead of having sex, we just l;ay in each other's arms, I'm listening to her steady heartbeat, the timed rise and fall of her chest.

"I could....get used to you being around, you know." She admits, pulling me closer into her chest. She's radiating the most comfortable warmth; it sends me straight back to sleep. I won't be surprised if she haunts my dreams.