The Ballad of Mona Lisa {ON HOLD}

Chapter 8- Mission Accomplished

~Mona Lisa~

"Oh my God!"

"Brendon..."

"Shit shit shit. I'm so sorry, oh, God..."

"Brendon..."

"I can't believe I forgot it. How could I forget a condom?"

"BRENDON!"

"Yeah?"

"It's okay," I tell him, and he just shakes his head, not believing me.

"No, it's not. What if you...?" I put one finger on his mouth, telling him to shut up, which he does, thank the Lord. Naturally, I don't tell people this, but he's freaking out so much about forgetting a damn condom that I feel it's my duty to tell him. Maybe that way he'll shut up about it.

"It's really okay. I can't get pregnant. It's physically impossible for me to get pregnant," I disclose, and his panicked look turns to one of relief.

"Oh, thank God. But wait, so you mean your baby maker doesn't work?" he asks, and I shrug. That's kind of right.

"I don't have a baby maker. I had to have a hysterectomy when I was 16 due to a prolapsed uterus. They said it was amazing that my uterus was as prolapsed as it was because I hadn't had any children, but they still removed it. So that's that. No babies for me, ever," I explain. He nods, before thinking for a moment.

"Well, in that case..." he said, before leaning forward and kissing me again.

~Brendon~

This woman is going to be the death of me, I swear.

I look down at her as she lays beside me, sleepily drawing shapes on my chest. She was falling asleep, and no wonder. We tired each other out, but it was amazing. I haven't had anything like that since...well, since Sarah died. But what she and I had was different from what Mona and I just shared. With Sarah and I, it was making love, it was deep and passionate and sensual. But with Mona, that was just fucking, and it was fucking amazing. But I probably wouldn't ever see her again. After all, she's from the land of the living. She's from the Overworld, and I probably won't see her until she dies, which hopefully won't be for a good long while. She's only 19, after all.

But yet, when we were together, it felt so... right. It almost felt like coming home after a long trip, which I know is ridiculous since we only met tonight. Still, though, when we were wrapped in each other's arms, it felt like I had just found something I didn't even know I was missing. It felt as if for that small but infinite period of time, we were two puzzle pieces coming together. It felt like our hearts beat as one, and when we finished together, it was like you couldn't even tell where one person ended and the other began.

As she falls completely under sleep's spell, I wrap my arms around her tighter, holding her close to me. Most girls just do the deed and get up and leave, but not Mona. She's staying, and it feels nice. I haven't had anything like this since Sarah died. I still miss her incredibly, but I think I'm starting to move on, just a little bit. Sure, I've become a little bit of a fuckboy since then, I'll be honest, but I suppose that's better than not letting myself get near any female ever again. Isn't it? I don't have much time to think about, because pretty soon, I'm pulled under by sleep.

I wake to her pulling away from me, and I'll be honest, I think I whimpered a little bit, trying to pull her back to me.

"Mona, please don't go," I beg, internally cursing myself for sounding like such a child. But I don't want her to leave.

"Brendon..."

"It's just...I haven't woken up next to a woman in so long. Not since Sarah died. Can you please just stay until morning? I'll even make you a bomb-ass breakfast. Please?"