Romira

Chapter - 39

Jealousy, in spite of the mad frenzy of its most splendid displays, is a voice of weakness; it arises from a mind whose aspirations and desires are inferior to its accomplishments; it is the child of bulked vanity and failure of courage.
~ Arthur Lynch.

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Akira

Life is a mystery and it works in funny way, doesn't it? One moment it is showing us rainbow and then next bloody dark cloud; One second we are bursting with happiness and then next glooming in sadness.

Though only we are to blame for our dismay because when we have light in front of our eyes, we forget about the dark which is out there. We ignore the fact that darkness is still lurking around somewhere, waiting for its chance, letting us believe that we have conquered it and once we are trapped, it attacks us, from every corner.

And that hurts most.

Just few hours ago, I realized that I was in love, I was happy. For the first time in so many years I felt content.

And foolishly I shoved away the fact that it was too good to be true.

I let out a bitter laugh at my own stupidity. How silly I was to try to hold that happiness knowing fully well that my own darkness always comes for me.

It is a truth of my life. I could never escape it.

Aimlessly, I walk in the empty hallway of my dorm toward my room, recalling my date that just ended sometime ago in disaster. Everything was going perfect, Romero was perfect, then one bloody message and he just flipped, leaving me all messed up.

I sigh in relief when I see the door of my room. At least now I can take a relaxing shower to get rid of some exhaustion and perhaps some sleep, that is if I could.

Approaching the door I grab the knob to open it but before I could so much turn it, a hand appears out of nowhere and grabs my own, stopping me. I shiver when the sparks of familiarity flows in my vein.

Romero.

I breath out.

"Turn around." he orders breathlessly. I hear his heavy trails of breath at the endings as if he has been running.

I shake my head in denial. I can't turn around for the fear that I'm dreaming and when I'd turn he wouldn't be here. I don't want to feel the disappointment of knowing that he didn't come after me. One time is enough to know that I am not worth enough.

"Turn around, Ray." This time when he speaks, his voice holds a force and heaviness that could intimidate anyone. It is the voice that leaves no room for rejection and I'm no exception to it.

Closing my eyes, I turn around praying silently that it is not a dream and the next thing I feel is his soft dry lips firmly on mine. Proving the point it's real. He is real.

And he came after you.

That is the only thing that matters for now.

A shocked but delighted gasp leaves me, giving him perfect opportunity to sweep his tongue in my mouth and suddenly I'm surrounded by him, his scent, his feel and his touch. I feel him everywhere through the kiss.

He work his lips against mine delicately with so much of softness. I can't help but feel my own lips moves against his with a urgency to feel all of him and destroy any distance between us. It's the kiss I've been dying to do since the morning.