Cherry red locks, they fall about your slender shoulders in wisps of perfection. Long dark lashes rest on your cheeks, to hide your azure eyes from me. Your bottom lip glistens in the dull glow of the lamp, and your tan body, laced with sweat, moves farther from me. Your movements are slow, unsure. Do not fault me now, dear, that you have given me a taste of heaven. You dress alone, a different sight from our frantically clawing at each other. Leave the underwear til last, perhaps you are desperate for me not to see you? A little late, I think.
I remain still, allowing you to rest assured I will not stop you. I would if I thought I had any place doing so. Why do I hesitate? I have as much right to you as he does. It was I you came to for comfort in the dead of night, with salty cheeks and bottom lip trembling. It was I who embraced you, who would do anything for you. You will forgive him, you cant resist the smile, the innocence in his eyes. Perhaps, that is why I hesitate, love for that boy is mutual between you and I. Never would I see him hurt. Never would I hurt him, not again. And yet, here we are, my bedding crumpled, our clothing so hastily discarded. I have corrupted your sweetness, made you something you are not, all in the name of desire. We are not beings worthy of his friendship.
I her a clink of glass as you knock over a bottle. Which one I don't know, there were many last night. You move unsteadily at the door, and then you hesitate, your hand on the handle.
"Will you tell him?"
Tell him? I'm already writing ways to apologize in my head. Nothing seems quite right though, its not enough. I know he wont hold it against me, or you, that a mere "I'm sorry" will gain all the forgiveness he can muster. But, it doesn't seem right, that all of my wrongs be forgotten so easily. Hate me. Hate me for all I have done, please.
"No." I say, instead, and you merely nod.
You close the door behind you and I am flooded in darkness. As I was from the start, as I always would be. Dear friend, I am sorry, I love that which should always have been yours. I am not who you pretend I am. I am dark and everlasting. I am corruption, can you see the mark I have left on her? Do not forgive me, these tears are not real. Can you not see? I am wrong. Dearest friend, do I deserve to call you that? You must understand, you walk beside strangers these days.