In Every Waking Moment

CHAPTER ONE

The first of the many literary collection written by Aiden Williams to his beloved.

Page one, the aftermath.

Serafine ,

I'm standing at the edge, bare and naked.

Naked because I have been stripped off lies, and barely hanging on to life.

There are drops of cherry red wine down my arms, dripping towards the chalice of my salvation. Like gravity has turned upside down, and I am on the right side up, just flowing, freely, bare and naked, before you.

You were as pale as the phantom I've imagined, who've lain by my side in a thousand arabic nights, and I thirst for you till I'm all dried up.

I've always imagined how the end will be for the two of us... thought it'll be in whispers, till we are lifted away by the winds, and scattered somewhere far where the echo of our lost will never reach us, or in screams, with plates flying over our heads, the breakage will corrupt our hearts until we deteriorate, until there's nothing left but our promises.

I never thought this will end in madness, with every flicker of my eyes, as the world passes by, I close them and open, in a chronic pattern, till minutes turn to hours and hours turns to days, and in those lonesome times, you beckon to me, I have laid with you, and its unreal...

But I think I made you up inside my head...

I think I wanted you more than I've wanted death...

But death was my mistress, and I will always stand in between these lines, half of me glowing with life, but on foot out in total darkness.

Yet here I am, always, in every waking moment,

Yours, Aiden.

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Amelia

We are one.

One body, one soul, one mind, hands reaching hands, limbs embraced in a never ending duel, chest to chest, mouth to mouth, he grabbed a fist full of hair and tugged it gently backwards while the rhythm of him pushing inside me quickens.

Harder and quicker, like a sonata reaching it's tipping point, and I turned around wanting to see the climax of our story, and yet, he pushes my face away and threw me towards the bed as he came, and whispered, "Serafine"... and just like that we were individual people again.

I wanted him back in my bed, in my arms, before he pushes me away. "Aiden" I said, "You said her name again." His eyes scanned mine as if he just woke up from a dream, eyes so blue, it's icy. "What?" He asked. But I knew he knows what I'm talking about, "You said her name again." I repeated.

"Should I apologize?" He slipped his clothes back on, and it took all of me not to stand up and tear his clothes apart. His eyes scanned mine, it was empty, no traces left of the burning desire that engulfed us earlier. "Anyways I have to go, they're publishing my book internationally today, I saved you a copy if you want you want it. It's by your drawer" I shrugged off the familiar empty feeling I have as he walked out the door and saved up enough courage to open my drawers.

Yup there it is. A book entitled, "Serafine",  and her in its soft bound beauty, she's been dead for three years and yet here in the land of the living she's still everything I'm not. I opened the book to the last page as I always do out of habit, because I've always read the last page of every story first to know what I'll be expecting. To know how deep the water is before I dive in completely.