Save Me Break Me || MYG

The End of Memories One

"Make love to me..."

Circumstances has been our meanest foe, that blockage in our throats no fluids could dislodge, that pursuer we can never outrun, that seeker we cannot hide from.

Circumstances... The greatest adversary. Yet the friendliest ally.

And Time... The biggest fickle-minded son-of-a-bitch. Time either chases our breaths or leaves us hanging until boredom consumes us enough to jump off a cliff.

My mind must be messing with me. I couldn't figure out entirely if I was in a dream, or this is real... But her touch felt real... Was I hearing it correctly, or was I only assuming?

"Make love to me..."

It rings pleasantly in my ears, like faint trickle of water from a calm flow. Her voice so hushed yet distinct.

"Make love to me..."

But then it pounds unnervingly, pulsating in my ear uncomfortably as if attempting to burst my eardrums.

No...

I stared incredulously, my neck snapping somewhere apart from the middle...

Her soft lips caught my lower lip delicately, making their presence known yet holds back, more like in between of doing or not doing it.

"What?" I asked, her cherry lips still latched on mine.

I heard her swallow aggressively after pulling away, and it was adorable. Many times, when cornered into submission, her eyes would widen, and she gulps, her head even making that movement as if forcing down either air or saliva in the mouth and down to the throat.

Oh, my little Mia. No matter how hard she tries to be badass, her inner child breaks through and takes over. I couldn't control one side of my mouth jutting upward into a playful smirk.

I can feel my heart thumping violently in my throat, all the pulses in my body on an uproar. Her provocative yet unsure stares gave me some sort of satisfaction that sent pleasant pain in my bones.

"Make love to me, Yoongi."

The stupid smirk faded as soon as is appeared... In my mind, the unsettling image of her in disheveled undergarments, her arms giving up in covering herself just to hold herself together, made my heart stop, my head whirl. She cowered in a corner, helpless and without voice. And I caused it.

I brought her hand to my cheek, "Slap my face, I must be dreaming."

I was scared. I couldn't think. If the circumstances had been different, her request would have sounded pleasant, and I'd jump at it right away.

Mia giggled. "This is all real. I'm right here, Yoongi."

"Mia, love..." I managed to whisper through from frozen tongue as I begged my weakened knees to not snap. I meant to persuade. Still, my body doesn't accept reasoning, especially when I am falling and trapped under her spell. My beautiful nightmare of having her, willing and giving herself, has finally come into reality.

But still...

"Please, Yoongi...?"

Her pleading eyes searched for affirmation, and it was killing me inside. As much as I wanted to give in to it, to fill my famished, yearning heart for her warm love, I cannot feed from it, knowing too well that she is not ready. Her body may be, but her heart and mind are far from healed.

But I bet even the most heartless beings cannot refuse her, not when her gray eyes are upon you, begging as if her whole existence depends upon it.