You Consume Me...Help...
Miria jogged over to the water bottles near the bench, out of breath and drenched in sweat. It had been a very grueling soccer practice today. Miles of conditioning and endless drills, she even took a ball to the face due to an ill timed pass by on of her teammates, but at the moment she was content, happy even. It was over, at least for today. She sat down and sprawled herself over the cool grass. There was a nice breeze blowing from the north while the clouds slowly moved to mute the radiance of the sun. She closed her eyes, looking forward to the 15 minute power naps which she got better acquainted with over the course of the past semester.
Unfortunately for her, fate seemed to intervene in the form of Galatea prodding her with her foot "I was wondering when you were going to finish,"
Miria's eyes slowly opened. Miria quickly stood up and brushed the dried grass from the back of her jersey, all the while trying to stop her face from flushing to no avail.
"How long have you been watching?" Miria avoided eye contact.
"Long enough to see you get decked by a soccer ball," Galatea said with a gentle laugh, "Here, let me see,"
Galatea reached over and ran her fingers down Miria's cheek (unfortunately that only worsened Miria's complexion.
"No bruising on your forehead, but your cheeks seem a bit red, did you put on sunblock? Did you make sure it was waterproof?" Asked Galatea, who looked concerned as she eyed Miria from head to toe.
"Just fine...so...uhh...Shall we go?" Miria quickly turned on her heel and headed for the main building.
"Uhh, aren't you forgetting something?"
"Oh...yeah...right, my school bag, which I left in the locker room…"
Galatea sighed and rubbed her temples, "Okay, I'll take a seat at the bleachers while you run to the locker room and grab your thi-,"
"Sure…" Miria turned and ran towards the locker rooms, leaving Galatea mid-sentence.
Galatea smiled to herself. She's such a dolt sometimes!
Miria stared blankly at her locker, lost in her frantic thoughts, "I'm in love with her..." She muttered under her breath.
"No shit, you are!" Deneve popped out of nowhere and swung her arm around Miria's shoulders.
"Was it that obvious?" Miria sighed and hung her head in despair.
"What's so bad about that?" Deneve sat Miria down on the bench and pulled her into an embrace.
"Everything…" Miria turned her head as she felt a small tear trickle down her cheek.
Miria didn't sleep much that night, and what little sleep she got away with were plagued with thoughts of Galatea. Galatea consumed her, permeated almost every waking moment and string of consciousness.
Afterword
Anytime I get into a slump, I find myself going back to this story and I end up writing another chapter for it. I don't know why but I find it almost comforting, relaxing even to write these two characters. It seems all is right in the world when Galatea makes Miria blush or stutter or lose her train of thought. Anyways enjoy the short chapter everybody, it isn't much but I hope it means something to one of you, I hope one of you can relate or even connect to the words typed on this white background. That's all I ever really wanted as a writer.
KAG