Float

We Feel Nothing

  In order for something to be a good thing, it can't be real. --

-(Anna's POV)

I don't know what it is I think I deserve. I use to believe that happiness was a gift. And love was always real and serene.

So why can't I accept the love right before me?

Jacob's perfect for me.

His feelings anchor me when I have sunken. He is my calm in a brewing storm.

When Jacob kissed me, he whisked my soul away to childhood simplicities. You know that time when things were simple, and monsters could be fought with imagination before they became men. That time in our life where we believed that good could abolish our dementors, and things had to be fair to be right.

My body shivered under the cool clutch of his lips, as Jacob whispered sweet persuasions. Like a message in a bottle, I wanted to be opened. His hand respectively caressed my back, as he felt the smooth texture of my bare skin. My body tingled and I couldn't hold back the butterflies in my stomach.

Jacob's breath was like a cool peppermint, a pleasant and unexpected intrusion as he leaned into me to kiss me deeper.

How deep is our love?

I wish I could have described to you perfectly what a kiss felt like from someone you've always wanted. My body exploded under the feverish pressure of his desire and passion. Everywhere tingled I felt light, and buoyant. I wanted badly to laugh because I was so happy.

Jacob's eyes turned to dusk before me, and I traced the shadows of night as it set between the starry gaze in his drunken eyes. When he leaned in to kiss me again, I saw a small boat rocking in the middle of a vast ocean, catching the rhythm of the waves, while it bobbed and drifted to the shores.

I'm seasick off of him, and his damn rugged lips.

But I'm too afraid to let him know.

"I think we should go" I whispered pulling away, watching our invisible connection sever.

Jacob opened his eyes and smiled. A man is never truly content until his heart is satisfied.

"Ok," he said calmly, standing up.

I got up and dusted my feet off, the dry bronze sand painted our frayed skin, and the swollen moon illuminated our darkest thoughts above. Tonight was our night; an analogy of dreams and an emblem of love in the summer.

Jacob's checked me over, his fingers skimmed across my ribs which left my body reeling with hot shivers.

"I'm fine" I promised gently removing his hands before his electric touch drives me to the edge.

Jacob kissed my forehead, his deep raspy voice is caught in the threads of my hair as he mumbles, "well that makes one of us. My heart can't handle you Anna" he winked.

I laughed rolling my eyes.He was smooth. Still, my face hurt from smiling.

We walked in silence, away from the junkyard. I smirked to myself. Isn't it funny how beautiful things arise in the dark and dirtiest of places?

Sometimes, we don't understand how life can be so relentless and cruel.We think we have nothing, our life is full of junk and negative shit but even after the destruction of a storm; lilies will grows.

I yawned, amazed that the twinkling stars in the sky never seemed to dim or damper despite the chaos below. They never got tired, and even in the midday light, they would shine, even when our eyes couldn't detect them. They were unapologetically bright.