FAREWELL INNOCENCE

Syringa Vulgaris

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Empty perfume bottles and pressed flowers lay spread across her desk. The curtain fluttered in the wind through the open window. The wind carrying the sweet smell of the sun and the salty touch of the sea. Hurried footsteps and muffled sounds carried through the hallway behind the shut door. Old books covered in dust lay piled on the floor against the wall. The creaking massive bed with bright patterned sheets and several satin pillows, were placed right in the middle of the room.

A white door lead to a large spaced marble floored bathroom, with plants dangling from the ceiling.  With every step she took, the wooden floor whined. The taste of lavender and burning candles hit her nose as she stepped inside the bathroom to cleanse her face. The ice cold water and the soft lotion soothed her dry skin. The feeling brought more light in her eyes and more energy behind her exhausted smile. A small jar with a red ribbon tied on its neck sitting on the far end of the sink caught her attention. She grabbed the perfume bottle and sprayed the fragrant on her neck and wrists, leaving tones of pine and lemon aroma hanging in the air.

Her reflection regarded her; how chubby her cheeks got from smiling, the wrinkles in her eyes, the rebellious strand of hair that escaped the curly up-do, the glow in her dark skin where the sun had left its trace. Her body wrapped in a purple velvet slip dress that came short slightly above the knees and black strappy platform sandals gracing her feet. The pounding in her chest reminded her of how illuminating her day would be. Time had finally caught up to her plans. No more anticipation, no more wishful thinking, time to put her imagination to use. Farewell innocence, you shall not be missed.

The screeching sound of wheels coming up the driveway called her to the window. There was her ride, the vehicle that would help her reach the destination where it would all start. A quick glance in the mirror and she flew down the stairs, confident in her appearance. Her parents exchanged looks as she planted a kiss on both their cheeks. Farewell mom, dad. Little were they aware of their daughters scheme, but they could smell the clues all over her.

Though she hurried her way out, her driver grew impatient, honking the horn quite aggressively. Annoyance was painted in her sisters face who cursed under her breath. The girl swung the car door open, comfortably sliding inside the white jeep that immediately took off.

The scenery around her radiated undeniable beauty with its majestic trees blowing in the warm wind which caressed her gently. It seemed as if the entire universe was on her side encouraging her. Their silent cheer echoed in her heart. Milky white feathered creatures flew above the jeep as they watched the human girl with the contagious smile and hungry eyes. Their wings basked gracefully as they changed course and traveled across the sea.

With a sharp touch on the pedal, the jeep came to halt in front of the seaside."Thank you sister" She spoke and disappeared into the beach. Gratitude echoed in her every movement, veracity reflected in her every word. And there he stood awaiting her arrival. Never has the universe sculpted a more elegant being. The essence of nature was presented in this creatures vessel. If night itself could be sculpted into a man this was he with the grace of the moon.

The mere touch of his electrified her; With every stroke he blessed her with his vibrant energy. With every glance he sent shivers through her body. Beneath the stars, on the porch of a bar, with the quiet sea in the view they danced, the heat and smell emitting from both their bodies became one. The rhythm in their pulse identical to the other.

The concept of time had ceased to exist in his presence. Humans around them were nothing but insignificant extras in their scene. The tunes had long died down but their hips continued swaying. The music might be inaudible but their body could still feel its every note. Would her first real kiss taste sweeter than the thousands she shared in her dreams? Would the times she practiced with her fingers pay off?

At last all expectations were shattered as their lips intertwined.

Her closed eyelids fluttered in bewilderment. Her stomach endlessly searched for dead butterflies, delicate fingers tightening their grip awaiting her steady knees to melt. Yet something she'd never prepared for swept her away; this was all motion, no fireworks. Just two tactile sensory organs rubbing against each other. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies.

Suddenly his sweet warmth disappeared, he had pulled away. It was in that instant her mind paid attention to the aching in her chest, how it was pounding away aggressively. An emotion whose only cure seemed to be the touch of his lips. Lips like water, tasteless yet a necessity. Every time he broke their kiss she thirsted for more. No ocean could quench her thirst. There were no fireworks but serenity, no excitement but comfort. She could at long last place a name on the numb emptiness inside. A feeling she never registered before, something that had been locked away deep inside her until this moment in which she discovered the keys.

It would be a lie if she claimed that she found completeness in him. What he sparked in her was not that but rather a nostalgic feeling of oneness, of roaring silence. Their restless souls becoming one finally at ease.

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