ANGELINA'S MISTAKE
She should have never tried to forget Fred.
Touching, holding, kissing, exploring, oh how much had she missed all of this since Fred died. She was 23, it had been two years without any sex. Now she was on George's bed, feeling george's tongue on her neck, George's erection against her hips and thinking of Fred.
When Fred died, he'd thought he would never get over it, but now, two years later, he realized he could at least atempt to live his life; and now for the first time in a long long period of time he was feeling something. Something aparte from sadness, despare and regret; yes regeret, he regretted that he never told Fred what he meant for him, regretted taking the war as a joke, he regretted so much... Now he was feeling excitment, hapiness and most of all love. Love for Angelina, Fred's ex-girlfriend. He knew peolple would see this as wrong but he didn't care, he'd never carred about what people thought of him, and now even less, he was in love. In love with the woman in his bed. The woman who was now naked and whose hands where touching his chest, his abdomen, going further down... God he really did love her.
''George! Stop!'' Angelina's shout rebounced on the bedrooms walls. George, surprised, stared at her.
''I... I...Ican't I'm sorry... I can't''.
''What do you mean? If...If I'm doing something wrong..''
'' Accepting to this...George..I'm so sorry..''
''What do you mean'' George asked a bit more forcefully.
''I can't forget Fred'' she whispered, her head bent down.
His heart was beating fast, his mind was running fast but the tears were coming even faster. She didn't love him. Didn't love him like he did. She still loved Fred, he was just a replacer, a replique, a twin. Fred's twin. He couldn't take it, the little bit of hapiness he'd been feeling was melting down like ice-cream in Mexico. Sure, he thought, as the tears started coming down, he should be happy she'd told him now instead of crying out loud Fred's name during their lovemaking: sure.
Not standing the pain any longer he stood as quickly as his feet would permit him, slid into his jeans and ran to the door.
'' George, wait!'' was the last thing he heard before grabing a jacket and running into the street, under the rain, into the pool of people.
She doesn't love me, he thought, she played with my feelings: Angelina you've made a big mistake and now you're going to pay.