Lucrecia's Legacy

Our Last Walk

I jumped as she slid her cold hands up the back of my coat, her light laugh seeming magical in the beautiful moonlight.
I turned and found her looking up at me, smiling, and I kissed her soft lips.
She pressed against me, her own passion finding it's release in that kiss, as everything ordinary was turned charming and fantastic in that cold, clear night.
I ran my hands through her hair, feeling it's silken length as though for the first time, then ran my them down her body, feeling every one of her curves and dips.
We ended the kiss and she fell against me, hugging me as hard as she could.
I held her in that sweet moment, feeling warm and loving towards this woman who was now the center of my world.
She let me go and we started our now familiar walk, her tugging up her hood.
That night was a silver wonderland of bright moonlight and comforting half shadows, everything seeming to have been pearled.
I took her down to the beach, as was often our destination, and we sat in silence listening to the waves, holding one another against the cold of the heatless beach.
She stirred slightly and took a sharp breath, as though she were going to say something, then she pulled inward again, silencing whatever she had been about to say.
I kissed one of her ears and she giggled, pushing me away, and I slipped and slid down the incline, stopping just within the water's reach.
Her laugh cut off as I hit the water's edge, then she ran down and helped me up, but I just laughed and told her it was all right, over this night nothing could hold sway.
Wet and freezing, I walked towards the wooden stairs that lead back up from the beach, trying to keep from shuddering from the night that had suddenly become freezing.
She whispered something that I could just barely hear, I turned towards her and told her it wasn't her fault.
She smiled thinly, I could see tears in her eyes and I knew she felt like she had ruined the moment, which was wrong, I still found it pleasing.
As I reached the top of the stairs, I turned and took hold of one of her arms, pulling her to me and
I kissed her as passionately as I could, hopefully forcing her worries to a halt.
After it ended she touched my face and invited me back to stay with her till my clothes were dry.
I accepted and kissed her again, the cold beginning to make me numb.
We walked in silence the entire time, till we came to her brother's place, where she openly began to cry.
I was shocked and dismayed, having no idea what exactly had caused this, knowing I was not as well equipped to handle such things as some.
All I could think to do was pull her to me and hug her, kissing her hair and telling her that I loved her, asking her to tell me what was wrong.
Instead of answering, she took one of my hands and pulled me with her, through her door and quickly into her room.
She told me to take off my wet clothes and she'd run them through the dryer, which shouldn't take that long.
When she came back she smiled at me, though her eyes were red from tears, and something seemed to loom.
She laid a cold hand on my bare chest and caressed me, then pushed me onto her bed, where she laid down next to me, still fully clothed, and ran her slender fingers over my chest, causing my skin to goose-flesh and my heart to pound.
She looked into my eyes and I could tell that there was something on her mind.
She took a breath and it poured out, that her vacation would be over soon and that she hoped I would consider moving back with her, as she said this her heart raced, it was an almost audible sound.
I touched her face with a shaking hand, unsure of what I should say, I wanted very much to be with her, yet if I did what would I find?
She put a finger to my lips, saying that I don't have to answer her yet, then she asked me to just hold her for a while, at least till my clothes were done.
She took off her coat and her shoes, then crawled under the covers, then reached out for me and I came to her.
I slid under the blankets with her and wrapped my arms around her body, kissing her neck, feling something in me like a dying sun.
I held her for some time, until she told me my clothes must be ready and that I should probably go, her strained emotions causing her voice to slightly slur.
She got my clothes and I dressed, her eyes on me.
I gave her a kiss and she clung to me, as though to tell me not to go.
I ignored this unspoken message and left, before I could listen to my on heart's plea.
I walked alone through the shadows, feeling a horrible pain, a looseness inside of me that pushed me to an unstable low.