****I DO NOT own these beautiful characters. V.C. Andrews is the amazing creator. I just like to elaborate. :P
The Stars Watched.
"You have such beautiful children", old women used to whisper to our mother at the salon.
"They're gorgeous like their parents, those dresden dolls", co-workers of my father would beam.
"My dolls, my beautiful dolls," mother used to coo.
Now, what would the salon ladies say? What would the friendly workers say? Mother didn't care any longer. I knew that for a fact. All we had was each other, but that was enough. I no longer think of us as the dresden dolls. I know we are just dirty secrets. Chris, Cory, Carrie, and I. Mother stopped visiting months ago, or maybe it's been years now.
The top of Chris's beautiful hair shows on the edge of the attic stair. My heart skips a beat. We put Cory and Carrie to bed over an hour ago. I know Chris is coming to join me on the ragged mattress, surrounded by beautiful flowers that hand us lies of hope and beauty. The window in our attic is open, letting the summer breeze lift the curtains and bring us the smell of a stormy sky. He is all I have left. The floor creaks as I drearily watch chris tiptoe towards me. He is exquisite. Like the marble statues we read about in our set of books. Every inch is chiseled.
He strips before he lies down beside me. His hand moves to rest upon my stomach, covering the downy fuzz there. His blue eyes stare into mine. We know this is 'wrong' but it started feeling so right long ago, and the feelings never stopped. He was my Christopher.
His hand slid up, cupping my left breast with the tenderness of a mouse. Rubbing his thumb methodically.
"The stars are the only ones who don't judge us," he whispers in my ear. "They think you're just as beautiful as I do Cathy." His mouth moved towards mine. "We're the most beautiful secrets ever breathed."
Our lips connected, breath held for the kiss. I taste the toothpaste still on his lip. Slowly,
he tucks my lip into his mouth, experimenting with his perfect teeth. We breathe and his arms wrap around my warm body. I feel for his chest, his neck. His tongue finds the underside of my upper lip and then it moves to touch the tip of mine, our mouths opening, consuming each other's loneliness as our kiss deepens. We press our bodies tight. Every inch of me was made for him and him for me. This is where we belong. I part my lips for air and he does the same, taking his hand off of the small of my back to push my chin up to face him. Our breath comes back to us and we stare at each other as the stars stare at us. We are the secrets that no one wants to have, the dolls put away to rot, and yet we flourish together. Christopher and I fall asleep entangled, waiting for the morning sun to warm our naked skin and wake our foggy heads.
Fin.