Emo Mario- Part 9 The Stories in Eyes

Luigi and I puffed-a soundly at the hooka on the back porch by the new sunlight. I had delayed my quest. Mainly because I still hadn't a clue where I was going: where I was supposed to be looking for these alleged Fruit Gems. And yes, it is true; I wanted to spend a long heart-felt day picking up where I left off with-a Luigi.

He was content for once. His eyes were not lingering with worry or-a sadness- and come to think of it, neither were mine. "Luigi. I've felt so lost since Peach left me." He had closed his eyes while a warm breeze brushed over his-a face, but they cracked silently open.

"I've noticed." At that, he sat up in the patio chair and eyed-a me intently, his elbow over the table, his brow soft, but his eyes stern. "Do you want me to tell you something I've been too afraid to say?" The comment struck me confused…yes, confused, again. I nodded, waiting anxiously for his reply. "Peach has also been-a very lonely since the two of you split."

"What? What has she said?-"

"She's said nothing." He quickly added. "But I've found myself noticing a very solemn look in her eyes, in her figure, the way it walks…Mario, it does not take a man very much to see when a woman-a craves. She is lonely for you." These things that he told-a me so easily, I felt burning into my body- there was a blood-curdling ache at the pit of-a my heart. I mourned so deeply for our abandoned love, and hearing she had missed me gave-a me goose bumps. That warm gentle wind suddenly became cold.

"But it is too late!" I spoke desperately. "That argument we had. That long-a painful argument into the dead of night. She was right. I am too busy for her. I am so in love I forget to do anything else but cater to her every whim. She tells me my personality is-a weak! She shouted to me with-a great fury! I have never before heard her soft voice reach such heights!"

"It is true that you have had your share of problems. That is the case for-a everybody else, Mario! Don't let such trivial-a struggles shatter the best gift you will ever have!" Again, he gave me this painful-a look in his blue-grey eyes, the look that meant he knew, and I knew as well. The wind blew gently again, sweeping through his short hair, and sending a streak of silken-a smoke from his cracked mouth.

"You're right. I've got to make amends. I will do it immediately!" I rose from the chair in a fit of determination, but he scurried behind me.

"Mario, wait!" This talk was-a now unnecessary. I swerved around impatiently. "You are always-a doing this, Mario. You have no tact! Come back here." He slapped his gloved hand on-a mah' shoulder and urged me back up the few wood steps that led back to the backyard. "Mario." He paused, shifted-a weight between legs, and then leaned in close to me. "You must woo her. You must-a prove to her, that no problem in the entire world cannot be overcome." While he spoke, his rose his arm and slid it across the sky. "Come. I teach you."