In, out. The breaths pump out. I step. Left, right. The wood creaks of despair tones and hurtful wails. Wails of agony and pain. I'm aching and wincing.
"Ready?" Noah asks. It had been a week now since he tried to kill himself, and we are attending a party tonight. I walk out the door and he stares at me.
"You look gorgeous!" He exclaims.
I just stare. I don't want to reply, I just want to stand there looking at him falling into his deep eyes. The electric, piercing, blue jabs me hard. He grabs my hand and we start walking.
He glances over at me. I grasp his gaze and our eyes linger on each other. Blue and green. His gaze eventually mingles away.
Why can't I just choose to remember?! It shouldn't be too hard. I look around and see a young boy. His hair swept back and brown eyes dark and fierce. I walk in his direction,
"Hi." I start the conversation.
"Hey, Melanie" he replies. He must've known me. I wish I could remember him.
"This may sound odd, but can I kiss you?" I reach up, and go to kiss him. I am dragged off and outside.
"You can't just go around kissing people, Melanie!" Noah shouts.
"Everyone else is? Why can't I?"
"Because that's not you! That's not something you would've done! You would be kissing me." He replies. He stares at me for a while. He takes his hands to my cheeks and pushes my lips to his.
Julianna, father, Gwen, Mrs. Kane, Wisconsin, GT, Coma, Quiz Bowl, Noah. The plug has been placed back into its slot ever so carefully. Everything flows back in one by one. Mom, oh mom. And Noah. I forgot we were kissing, his pattern matches my rhythm. I wrap my arms around his neck as he brings his hands to my waist. I remember.
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A Twisted Kind of Love
Teen FictionWhen her mother kills her self and leaves her to live with her dad in Wisconsin. When making friends, violin, singing, and bonding come in, she feels bittersweet. When falling in love turns into a battle, and going through severe tragedies just to g...
