Mirrors

Chapter 7: Taylor

Chapter 7: Taylor

March 28, 2016

"Do you ever wish you could leave?" Kyra asks me through the glass.

I don't answer at first, I just look at her. She's beautiful, leaning her forehead into mine.

The long waves of brown fall into her face as always and almost hide he pale blue eyes. I love her eyes, they are my favorite part other then the freckles, those beautiful freckles, I just want to kiss them all.

She looks at me as if she is waiting for me to say something, I'm about to ask what when I realize I have a question to answer.

I sigh, "I do of course.. I wish I could make my own choices and I wish I could meet more people.."

I stop and take a breath, "but not if that means leaving you behind, not if that means hurting you.."

She smiles sadly and holds her hand up for me to touch it, I do the same, "I wish it was different Taylor, I really do."

I shrug, "it's no big deal.."

We fall backward in unison.

"I love you Kyra." I shout.

She smiles at me, "I love you too Taylor."

I shake my head, "No... I love you Kyra, I'm in love with you."

"Tay--" she starts but I hush her.

She exhales and gets up to get a drink of water. I watch her navy blue dress sway and she walks away from me.

She smiles at me once she grabs her glass and takes a sip.

Before I know it the glass is falling from her hand and shattering by her feet, I look at her to see what happened. I notice that she has her hands on her neck and she's beginning to turn a bluish color.

"Kyra!" I scream and rush at her.

I reach out to her to help but as I touch her I realize what a horrible mistake I've made.

"Oh no..."

The world goes black.

April 27, 2017

"Taylor," Zooey's voice pulls me into consciousness, "Wake up beautiful."

Her fingers trace my jawline as my eyelids flutter open. I smile.

"We've gotta stop doing this you know," I whisper to her.

She moves closer to me, her chocolate eyes gazing into mine. "Why?" She asks.

"Because," I breathe, our noses are touching now.

"Because... Why?" Zooey whispers back.

I dont answer, I brush my lips on hers instead.

"That... Wasn't.. An... Answer.." She says between kisses.

My hands find the back of her head and gently tug at her hair. Her hips grind against mine and I lift my bare leg so I can put myself on top of her.

She bits bites my ear lobe and whispers, "I want you."

This triggers something in me and I begin attacking her neck with kisses. Her fingers find the bottom of the shirt I wore to sleep and trail under it, up my spine, around my shoulder blades and everywhere else.

This lasts about an hour and goes much farther, as it usually does with Zooey.

She eventually leaves the tent to start on her daily chores and I lie there. I remember when this started, Zooey and I. It wasn't too long ago actually, a couple weeks. I came into my tent after swimming with Connor and Molly and saw Zooey sitting on my pillow.

"Hello there." She said.

I watched her crawl closer to me and didn't say a word. She's always done things like this but it never ceases to make me nervous.

"Hi Zooey." I said and tried to ignore her.

She pulled on my leg indicating me to sit, so I do.

Once I was sitting she started rubbing my leg.

"Zooey," I asked, "what are you doing?"

That's when she kissed me.

That's what started it all.

I might love her, it's scary but I might.