The Story Without A Name
By: PiccoloPhan
1 PROLOGUE ~~~~~
She slid her hand across his smooth stomach and down through the waste of his faded jeans. She made a move up his leg, when suddenly, she was stopped. She looked back, his hand had stopped hers. She glanced back into his eyes. They seemed filled with worry. She smiled and removed her hand from its daring position. She took her hand and placed it against his cheek, embracing the rough, yet gentle feel of his face.
He smiled and pressed his hand to hers and closed his eyes. Tears flowed down the side of his face and onto the bed. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the concerned look on her face. He smiled to reassure her that everything was fine.
She knew the smile was forced. He was afraid of something, although she wasn't sure what. Was he hiding something? Something, that he feared, would change the way she felt about him? 'But,' she thought to herself as she pressed her lips to his, 'I love him, nothing can change that. Nothing.' She laid her body on top of his and rested her head on his shoulder.
He wrapped his arms around her and stroked her long, soft, blond hair until she fell asleep. 'Is this love?' He thought. 'Is this what it's like?' He looked at the angel asleep in his arms. He smiled, but only for a moment. 'How am I going to tell her? What will she do when she finds out?' Then the thought that had been bothering him the most struck his mind. 'Will she still love me?' He looked once again at his girl. 'I've only known her a few days, but I know I'm in love.' He kissed her on the head and closed his eyes. Soon, all his thoughts and worries faded and drifted away. He was asleep.
2 YEARS LATER ~~~~~
He sat up in bed, and found himself breathing heavily and in a cold sweat. He looked around the room, his eyes shooting every witch way. Then, reality his him like a jolt of lightning. He breathed a sigh of relief and tossed off the covers. He pulled him self out of bed and looked in the bedroom mirror. He had been so tired last night he hadn't even gotten undressed.
He trudged to the bathroom, as though walking through deep snow. He threw some cold water on his face. It stung like the cold wind on a winter day, awakening him from his dreamy state. He looked at himself in the mirror, he had huge bags under his eyes. He hadn't had a decent sleep in almost two years. It was those dreams of his. "It's been two years, and I still can't get her out of my mind." He said to himself as he closed the bathroom door.
He undressed, removing each article of clothing as though in were a chore. He reached in the shower and turned on the water. He leaned against the wall waiting for the water to heat. "I never even told anyone about us, or about her for that matter. No one knew. No one…except…but then again, he was there when we met." He sighed and proceeded to climb in the shower.
He stood. Eyes closed, breathing in the thick steam, letting the hot water cleanse his entire body. A small stream of tears flowed down his cheek as he spoke her name. "Reo."
By: PiccoloPhan
1 PROLOGUE ~~~~~
She slid her hand across his smooth stomach and down through the waste of his faded jeans. She made a move up his leg, when suddenly, she was stopped. She looked back, his hand had stopped hers. She glanced back into his eyes. They seemed filled with worry. She smiled and removed her hand from its daring position. She took her hand and placed it against his cheek, embracing the rough, yet gentle feel of his face.
He smiled and pressed his hand to hers and closed his eyes. Tears flowed down the side of his face and onto the bed. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the concerned look on her face. He smiled to reassure her that everything was fine.
She knew the smile was forced. He was afraid of something, although she wasn't sure what. Was he hiding something? Something, that he feared, would change the way she felt about him? 'But,' she thought to herself as she pressed her lips to his, 'I love him, nothing can change that. Nothing.' She laid her body on top of his and rested her head on his shoulder.
He wrapped his arms around her and stroked her long, soft, blond hair until she fell asleep. 'Is this love?' He thought. 'Is this what it's like?' He looked at the angel asleep in his arms. He smiled, but only for a moment. 'How am I going to tell her? What will she do when she finds out?' Then the thought that had been bothering him the most struck his mind. 'Will she still love me?' He looked once again at his girl. 'I've only known her a few days, but I know I'm in love.' He kissed her on the head and closed his eyes. Soon, all his thoughts and worries faded and drifted away. He was asleep.
2 YEARS LATER ~~~~~
He sat up in bed, and found himself breathing heavily and in a cold sweat. He looked around the room, his eyes shooting every witch way. Then, reality his him like a jolt of lightning. He breathed a sigh of relief and tossed off the covers. He pulled him self out of bed and looked in the bedroom mirror. He had been so tired last night he hadn't even gotten undressed.
He trudged to the bathroom, as though walking through deep snow. He threw some cold water on his face. It stung like the cold wind on a winter day, awakening him from his dreamy state. He looked at himself in the mirror, he had huge bags under his eyes. He hadn't had a decent sleep in almost two years. It was those dreams of his. "It's been two years, and I still can't get her out of my mind." He said to himself as he closed the bathroom door.
He undressed, removing each article of clothing as though in were a chore. He reached in the shower and turned on the water. He leaned against the wall waiting for the water to heat. "I never even told anyone about us, or about her for that matter. No one knew. No one…except…but then again, he was there when we met." He sighed and proceeded to climb in the shower.
He stood. Eyes closed, breathing in the thick steam, letting the hot water cleanse his entire body. A small stream of tears flowed down his cheek as he spoke her name. "Reo."