How To Save A Life

Chapter Nineteen: Falling

   

Sometimes it’s not that we don’t try to stop hurting, it’s not that we don’t try to shed away the pain, the scars, the tears and the doubts. There will always those moments that you try to rid yourselves all those scars.

‘Dara,’ he called as she stopped walking. She then snapped her body to him. ‘Why didn’t you tell me that you have a girlfriend?!’ she asked finally bursting. Jiyong ran his fingers on his hair as he walked to her pulling her into a hug as she pushed him away. She was pushing her with all of her like a child trying to escape. He hugged her tighter as he was receiving scratch and slapped from her and that’s when he noticed her breath tinged with the smell of whiskey.

She soon started to break into sobs as she was still pushing him away as it was slowly getting weak. ‘You should know that I never wanted to be part of your betrayal! I am facing my own evil! Why are you doing this to me?’ she cried giving up as her knees felt weak and if he was not holding her she would have fall on the floor. She was crying as he shut his eyes. ‘Why are you doing all of these?’ she asked as she gripped tightly on his clothes.

Their eyes met as she looked at him leaning her forehead against his. ‘Why are you doing this to me?’ she asked as Jiyong held her tightly to him. ‘Believe me,’ he whispered. ‘I don’t have a girlfriend,’ he said. Dara pushed him away as she raked her hair turning away from him. ‘Just please stop lying!’ she exclaimed covering her ears, shaking her head. ‘Just stop lying…’ she whispered.

‘Dara you have to believe me,’ he whispered wrapping his arms around her as she tried her best to removed his arms only to fail. ‘You’re the only one I love,’ he whispered breath touching her nape as she stood there burying her face on her palms. Maybe she was going crazy, maybe she was being selfish. Maybe she was punishing herself. Maybe. Maybe.

She just don’t know anymore. She was tired thinking. She was tired feeling. She wanted to stop feeling and maybe it was the loneliest point in her life that she just gave up fighting for everything.

She then turned and face him throwing herself to him hugging him tightly to her. ‘You can’t leave me,’ she whispered. ‘You’ll never leave me,’ she added as he wrapped his arms over her. ‘I will never leave you,’ he whispered against her hair. Dara cupped his face as she claimed her lips kissing him roughly and hungrily as he can taste her tears mixed with the faint taste of liquor as he accepted her wild kisses.

Dara was pulling him more as their kiss deepened, their tongues moving wildly fighting for domination. They were in that dim lit living room with nothing but the sound of the forgotten running water in the sink and the sounds created by their hungry kisses. Jiyong took off his shirt throwing it in the floor as Dara roamed her hands over his body.

Soon they just found themselves naked in the sofa with him hovering above her kissing every inch of her as she was throwing her head left and right letting out small cries as she bit her lips trying to suppress all the leaking shameful cries of pleasure. Her cries of how she was aching so much to feel him against her, to feel him skin to skin. The cries of wanting to feel that she was not alone that she had him, that he will be there.