Disclaimer: Well, I can't disclaim this story, because I actually wrote this, with my own idea and my own right hand. This is not copyrighted or plagiarized in any way, shape, or form (unless you know of someone who wrote this exact story) okay so yeah, next time I'm going to make an "Authors Note" section, below the disclaimer, where I can convey important stuff to you guys, yay! And without further adieu, please enjoy… ~ Lauren
Love is Like Suicide, Chapter 1: And So the Story Goes…
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His long blonde hair fell, tickling my face, my eyelids, my cheeks, my lips. His blue-grey eyes captured and held mine for what seemed like an eternity, searching for something, something I wouldn't give him. A vital piece of information he so desperately sought. "Damn it Ren" he whispered in my ear. His breath against my skin sent shivers down my spine.
He leaned in closer, gently kissing my neck, my throat; planting soft kisses along my jaw line… he suddenly stopped. I whimpered in protest to this. I leaned up, taking him by surprise, locking my arms around him, and crushing my lips to his. He didn't kiss back and unlocked my grasp, I'd forgotten how much stronger than me he was.
He looked at me, his usually shining, playful eyes, dull. The amused and slightly, comically frustrated look he wore a moment ago was replaced with a look of sadness. "Not tonight Ren," he closed his eyes and sighed deeply, "I can't stay, my girlfriend's waiting." This was about the extent of our relationship. We'd hang out then he'd go back to her.
Sometimes we'd watch a movie in the comfort and privacy of my home, or we'd play videogames, and sometimes, rarely, we'd just sit around and talk. We'd converse about anything and everything, everything except his girlfriend. That was one of those rare occasions, talking on my bed like that. We'd talked about school and art, sports and cars. Then the conversation turned to me and, inevitably, the fate of our secret 'relationship'. If one could call it a 'relationship'.
It's not as though we were 'together'. He only ever kissed me on the cheek, or held my hand during a scary movie. He never wanted anything more because of her. His girlfriend. Alea. He said he 'loved' her.
Once I asked him, "If you love her, then why are you here with me?" He pondered it a moment then smiled, cocked his head, and said "That's a good question, what's your theory?" I balked at the question, I'd never really thought about it. At that moment I'd had the fleeting idea, urge even, to kick him out, never look back, and exile him from my heart. But like I said, it was a fleeting urge. I knew I could never go through with it.
I loved him, I wanted him, I needed him. Like a mental patient needs their drugs to keep them sane. "Let her wait!" I pleaded. But I knew he wouldn't and so he shook his head "It's her birthday Ren, I can't…" he looked at my crest fallen face, as I cried silent tears that dropped noiselessly to the bed sheets "Goodbye…"
He kissed me on the cheek, smiled an apologetic smile, and climbed out my window. I heard a soft but audible 'thud' seconds later as he got off the trellis just outside and seconds after that the turn of the ignition. At that point I could barely hear the roar of the engine over my heart wrenching sobs, and then he was gone.
A/N: Sooooo, whaddya think? I'm not going to write anymore unless I get some reviews, I typically don't hold my stories hostage, but yeah, I don't want to run with this idea unless someone wants to read it. So review! Criticism is also welcomed! I love when people point out my flaws, it helps me to iron them out and better myself!