The steady rhythm of rain sounded though the apartment. The falling aqua crashed against the chilled window panes. Drops of the H2O washed down the glass. Thunder echoed in the darkness that shrouded the city. Flashes of electric blue illuminated all that was black, a long bolt of lightening streaked across the ebony laced heavens. Dense clouds blocked the haunting glow of the stars and crescent moon.
Still breaths exhaled from the lungs confined in the rib cage of a fragile form. Smooth back rested tenderly against a wall, the hazel gaze watching the hypnotic dance of the crackling flames. Creamy hued flesh glew with the heat of the orange and yellow fire. Brunette locks streamed around the angelic face, damp with the moisture of the down pour. Nimble hands tossed photographs into the fire place. Photos of a once serene, tranquil life. A life that no longer held any meaning.
If only our past was so easy to dispose of. All it would take would be a simple gesture, and it would be consumed by fire. Pain, agony, the tears all burnt to ashes. Reduced to a pile of smoldering embers. No longer around to bring despair, nor to twist dreams into nightmares. It would be gone for all eternity. Remains shoveled away into the trash once the heat extinguished, or even carried away upon the whispering of a gentle breeze.
Yet the past, no matter how grim it may be, was always hard to be rid of. It plagued happiness, prevented one from fully ever moving on. All that could be done was to grin and bare it, in hopes it might fade away into the dark oblivion that threatened to suck one into it's turbulent depths. But was happiness, the feeling of joy and the emotion of love, just a mere illusion? Whether they are or are not, there was always a catch 22. An invisible trap waiting to snare it's unsuspecting victim. Was giving lover your all just simply not enough? The dark work and dedication put forth only to be rewarded by pain?
The thoughts turned over in her mind. Stomach clenching with the wave of uneasiness drowning her. Intense, dark gaze was puffy and bloodshot. Dry from the hours she spent crying over the lose of love. Cheeks stained, damp from the hot trails of tears. She could not cry any longer, all the water drained from her tear ducts. If there were some left, she would weep more. A shudder coursed through the agile build of the lone teen.
Heart constricted painfully as she tossed yet another photo into the hot flames. The pain seemed to be unreal. Agony tore away at her until she was left raw of all emotions. A soft of numbness swept over her mind, body, and soul trying to ease the pain. Sadly nothing could ease the pain that she felt. She had not expect any of this to happen. No one, nothing, could have prepaired her for the horrific outcome, and tragic events that and unraveled her life. Who knew that forbidden love could be so fulfilling and agonizing at the same time.
Her heart continued to ache as the slender fingers picked up the only remaining photograph. Pools of brunette examined the picture, as if memorizing it. Two eyes glanced back at her. Two smiles allowing the happiness the camera capture to radiate into the abysmal darkness of her life. She remembered that moment perfectly. It was taken shortly before her lover, and her made sweet, romantic love for the first time. The seemed so happy, so carefree, as if nothing could break their ever lasting bond.
The acidic taste of hatred clogged her dry mouth. A lump forming once more in the base of her throat. Fresh molten tears rolled down her tender flesh. Her fingertips clenched the image as she contemplated whether to toss the bitter sweet memory into the scorching heat of the flames, or keep it as a taunting reminder of what she use to have with the crème skinned goddess?
A soft snorted erupted from the pale nostrils as Liv's chest heaves with the frustration. The right arm fell to her side as the nimble fingertips released the captured memory to the ivory carpet beneath her. Olivia would allowed herself to keep the photo, but it would be hidden until she could stand the burning sensation it brought to the beating muscle caged in the bone confines.
The back of her cranium hit the wall with a gentle force as eyelids clenched tight over hazel eyes. The lava heated water poured down the tender cheeks, dripping from her lower jaw line. Liv longed for that happiness once more. To be able to reach out and grasp Alex once more. The run her hands over the body of that blonde teen, her lover. Alex Cabot was the image of perfect, carved by God himself. It was obvious that he took his time with that master piece. Each curve was smooth, each single detail was drenched with beauty. Liv's body clenched with the depression that gnawed away at her. If only, if only, she could go back in time and put an end to all the painful outcome that was to haunt over the blonde girl, and herself.
TO BE CONTINUED…..