I'm sorry about the two week break. I promise it's not to torture you dedicated readers. Had big tests and big events to attend the past week and a it's short, but I wanted to ease into this. The next chapter will be much longer. They have lots to discuss… What do you think? Please Review.
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As Olivia prepared for school the next morning, she was surprised to see a slightly purpling bruise under her eye. 'Guess she hit me harder than I thought.' The scratch was already beginning to scab over. Olivia winced as she thought of what she'd said to her mother. 'I shouldn't have pushed her like that…'Olivia began to apply makeup under her eye to cover up the result of her mother's anger. 'We definitely can't continue to do this, to live like this.' Olivia sighed as her thoughts raced with all of the problems in her life. She wished she could fix them all with a little make-up.
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Her first few classes were a blur; it was as if she weren't there. Alex couldn't believe she and Olivia were over. 'How could we have had a fight about nothing? I still don't even know why she's so angry with me, why she thinks I'm sleeping around.' Alex sighed as she worked on lesson plans during her free period. 'How could I ever have thought we'd work if she wants to be with other people or thinks I want to be with other people? How can love not be enough? I've never felt like this about anyone… Someone who can make me happy and sad, laugh and cry, love and wish I could hate. She was so quick to push me away, to let us go. Does she really hate me that much? I'm the one that has the right to be angry! She was the one kissing someone else! Then she accused me of being with someone else. I refuse to be the one who apologizes first. She'll have to come to me. I need to give her a reason to…
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Olivia was surprised when she walked in 7th period. Alex was writing their homework assignment on the board in a dress that fell to the floor. Her arms were covered in a light sweater. It amazed the brunette that the blonde still managed to look effortlessly beautiful though she was completely covered. Olivia felt a small amount of warm heat fill one of the many holes in her aching heart. Though she and Alex hadn't solved or really even discussed their problems, it looked as though Alex cared about what she'd said…
The blonde noticed her immediately when she walked in; her body was immediately inflamed with a need she wished desperately she didn't feel. She felt hot eyes flicker over her body from head to toe, branding her in the gaze. Alex was determined to maintain her distance from the brunette and not show her how she was being affected. She had something to say and refused to let Olivia distract her. As she began to recite If you forget me by Pablo Neruda, she looked directly at the brunette.
I want you to know You know how this is: Well, now,
one thing.
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
Alex walked between the rows of students, her sultry voice drawing them all in, hanging on to each word as they fell from her unpainted mouth.
If suddenly If you think it long and mad,
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
Olivia felt her heart drop. 'She's telling me she's moving on? In front of everybody?' She watched as Alex made her way to the front of the class before locking eyes with her once again.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
Olivia felt tears rush into her eyes and had to close them to prevent them from falling. 'She still loves me…I have to talk to her.'