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Author's comments: Thank you so much to the ones that sent me emails or reviews to tell me they liked the first chapter. Especially I wanted to thank G_D_fan who put the chapter on her website (thanks!). Well, here's the second chapter, hope you'll like it, I have had free time, that's why I updated so quickly. Please review and tell me what you think to bolsoelmejor@yahoo.com Love to all, Andrea.
Chapter 2.- Why
Before either of them could blink an eye, Grace was in front of his door. Her skin, her arms, her legs, they all called to him. He was about to break his limits, those traced lines that didn't have any sense now, or at least, they didn't seem to. Her hands shaking, his mind with millions of thoughts confusing him, not making him able to understand what was happening, and what was going to. All of those times in which he seemed unreachable were ending. She was a couple of inches away from him, yet she felt she had never been apart from him.
"I'm sorry" she managed to say, stepping in front of August.
"Don't, you have no reason to," he answered with a sad smile on his face.
Two figures standing outside, the dark sky, the moonlight, both of them together. Her body shaking, her mind on another place. His heart breaking his chest, nothing he could do.
Grace stood there waiting, waiting for something she didn't know, hoping he would do or say something.
"I came to give you back your book" she said, showing him "Accidentally on Purpose". "With all of this that happened...." her voice cracked, "I forgot to."
"Yes, let's go in then." A serious attitude. August wasn't aware of how things would end up because of that night's visit, nor did he want to know. Things were already too messed up to complicate them more.
They went in. His living room. His place, full of his stuff. Grace had been there so many times, but this was the first time she had ever realized what those things meant. Lots of memories, ambiguous suggestions came to her mind.
"Why did you come?" August finally decided to ask.
"I...came....to...to give you back your book."
"Grace please, let's talk like adults" he said, regretting it afterwards because he knew that from the moment she parked her car, she had been acting like an adult. In fact, she had always been one. "Why did you come here?"
"You really wanna know?" she said, looking directly into his eyes.
August just observed her. He knew she hadn't asked that question to hear his answer. He was waiting for her to tell, or...show him.
With an impulse Grace went to hug him. He was surprised.
"Why?" The words managed to get out of her mouth.
"Why what?"
"Why do things have to be this way?" "Why can't we be together?"
She breathed, closing her eyes. A fresh smell came to her. It was his essence, his true nature. Her hands on her neck, his on her back. Slowly backing away, she encountered his face. August's eyes were shining, it was everything she could see in the dark. She could sense his breathing, his anxiousness. It was him now, he put his hands on her face and pulled it closer, he closed his eyes and he kissed her. This kiss was their union, their souls together, sharing that moment.
Grace took his hand and entwined it to hers. After a few seconds, they pulled away.
"I don't know why. I don't know anything. I guess no one will ever know," he said, grabbing his book of poems. Turning over some pages, he stopped at one.
Grace was intrigued at what he was going to do. She hadn't read all the poems, she hadn't had enough time. But she loved every single one she knew, she would always kept them in her heart.
"Whenever you came, Whenever I found you, Your tenderness would captivate me, My ignorance would set you free. It was you, with your slightly awkward senses, Which always kept me waiting, A distant call, a close encounter, Our hearts synchronized, Whenever we would be together"
It was the first time he had recited a poem of his, feeling everything he was reading. He tried to keep calm, but his voice showed the opposite, his eyes holding on. When he looked at her, a single tear came from her left eye. That image touched him in a way none had ever. He couldn't resist, and knowing now what was going to happen, he came closer and took it away with his finger. There was nothing he could have done to avoid it.
Author's comments: Thank you so much to the ones that sent me emails or reviews to tell me they liked the first chapter. Especially I wanted to thank G_D_fan who put the chapter on her website (thanks!). Well, here's the second chapter, hope you'll like it, I have had free time, that's why I updated so quickly. Please review and tell me what you think to bolsoelmejor@yahoo.com Love to all, Andrea.
Chapter 2.- Why
Before either of them could blink an eye, Grace was in front of his door. Her skin, her arms, her legs, they all called to him. He was about to break his limits, those traced lines that didn't have any sense now, or at least, they didn't seem to. Her hands shaking, his mind with millions of thoughts confusing him, not making him able to understand what was happening, and what was going to. All of those times in which he seemed unreachable were ending. She was a couple of inches away from him, yet she felt she had never been apart from him.
"I'm sorry" she managed to say, stepping in front of August.
"Don't, you have no reason to," he answered with a sad smile on his face.
Two figures standing outside, the dark sky, the moonlight, both of them together. Her body shaking, her mind on another place. His heart breaking his chest, nothing he could do.
Grace stood there waiting, waiting for something she didn't know, hoping he would do or say something.
"I came to give you back your book" she said, showing him "Accidentally on Purpose". "With all of this that happened...." her voice cracked, "I forgot to."
"Yes, let's go in then." A serious attitude. August wasn't aware of how things would end up because of that night's visit, nor did he want to know. Things were already too messed up to complicate them more.
They went in. His living room. His place, full of his stuff. Grace had been there so many times, but this was the first time she had ever realized what those things meant. Lots of memories, ambiguous suggestions came to her mind.
"Why did you come?" August finally decided to ask.
"I...came....to...to give you back your book."
"Grace please, let's talk like adults" he said, regretting it afterwards because he knew that from the moment she parked her car, she had been acting like an adult. In fact, she had always been one. "Why did you come here?"
"You really wanna know?" she said, looking directly into his eyes.
August just observed her. He knew she hadn't asked that question to hear his answer. He was waiting for her to tell, or...show him.
With an impulse Grace went to hug him. He was surprised.
"Why?" The words managed to get out of her mouth.
"Why what?"
"Why do things have to be this way?" "Why can't we be together?"
She breathed, closing her eyes. A fresh smell came to her. It was his essence, his true nature. Her hands on her neck, his on her back. Slowly backing away, she encountered his face. August's eyes were shining, it was everything she could see in the dark. She could sense his breathing, his anxiousness. It was him now, he put his hands on her face and pulled it closer, he closed his eyes and he kissed her. This kiss was their union, their souls together, sharing that moment.
Grace took his hand and entwined it to hers. After a few seconds, they pulled away.
"I don't know why. I don't know anything. I guess no one will ever know," he said, grabbing his book of poems. Turning over some pages, he stopped at one.
Grace was intrigued at what he was going to do. She hadn't read all the poems, she hadn't had enough time. But she loved every single one she knew, she would always kept them in her heart.
"Whenever you came, Whenever I found you, Your tenderness would captivate me, My ignorance would set you free. It was you, with your slightly awkward senses, Which always kept me waiting, A distant call, a close encounter, Our hearts synchronized, Whenever we would be together"
It was the first time he had recited a poem of his, feeling everything he was reading. He tried to keep calm, but his voice showed the opposite, his eyes holding on. When he looked at her, a single tear came from her left eye. That image touched him in a way none had ever. He couldn't resist, and knowing now what was going to happen, he came closer and took it away with his finger. There was nothing he could have done to avoid it.
