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This story is inspired by, "Mientes" by Camila.

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Smurfing Loneliness

What brought her to be so gentle?

Not attending the party tonight was no different from avoiding all other dances. She's never sought me out before, so what would make tonight differ? I needed to be alone to make sense of my mind and its unwanted yearning for her touch.

When she held my waist and pressed her warm body against my spine, my heart began a beating a marathon. I knew what she was doing by hugging me in such a way. It felt intimate and almost surreal. I had to snap out of my amazement to confirm I hadn't fallen asleep by the river and was now dreaming of Vexy.

Yes, my dreams hadn't ceased; they became constant. Our newfound friendship only increased the amount of dreams I had. Even during the days, when I knew for a fact I wasn't at all sleepy (I learned to accept my dreams and I embraced a world where everything I ever wanted could exist), her lips, body, and scent would sway in a sudden vision.

I was now day dreaming of Vexy. Her very posture, of confidence and beauty, allowed my mind to envision a kiss, an exploration of her body, and whispers of passion against her ear. Vexy was becoming my weakness. She was becoming the epitome of my happiness.

She made me smile! And she didn't need to ask. Her own lifting lips affected my weighted ones. She had the strength to give me the will to smile—I made sure to do it in secrecy. In the shadows, in the night, and in private, I would smile because of Vexy. I also smiled for Vexy.

Tonight, however, I couldn't smile. Something bothersome was roaming my mind. I knew Vexy would be attending the dance tonight and I also knew that I wouldn't. As my bothered mind kept roaming, I couldn't ignore the small rising feeling in my chest.

If I hadn't conversed with Smurfette about my dreams, I would have sat near the river without a clue as to what bothered me so. That pest—hope—was attacking at my mind and warming my chest. It made me consider heading over to the dance just to see and be with Vexy.

And hopefully, once there, I would place myself near her to ask for a dance. We danced only once before. I was nervous, avoided eye contact, and frankly didn't know how to dance. I still don't have any skills.

That's when my hope grew faint. If I didn't know how to dance, I would be a fool to ask Vexy to dance with me. I remained by the river, lost in the reality of my loneliness; I dealt with loneliness without a care before. But once Vexy joined the village, I found that loneliness was a killer.

I had never wanted any smurf before. I wanted to be around Vexy and show her that I wasn't smurfed of mere grouchiness. My features scrunched in anger as I noticed my growing emotions. She was the beauty to my beastly attitude, and as a beast, I couldn't dare chase after a beauty I would never have.

Hearing a rustling of twigs, I shot up to my feet. I hadn't known I drenched my cheeks with tears. I knew it was Vexy once my mind focused on her familiar scent. I slapped away my tears; one time was enough.

Feeling a sudden heat upon my back and comfort around my waist, I realized she was hugging me. My nerves jumped, startled, and I tensed. Her affection—I never once believed she'd be affectionate with me. Her heat, her limbs, her gentle question—it all seemed to shout false.

But it was truly happening because once she began separating her arms from my waist, I felt the loneliness I never cared to notice before. I wasn't about to let her know how weak I was once in the coldness of aloneness, so I began walking away.

She had one last embrace to give me: her voice. Sensing a tone of need, my feet glued themselves to the pathway. I stayed to hear the name of that naughty smurf, Hackus, who spent more time with Vexy than I. He would even drag her away from me when he wanted her, and now the thought of him possibly have danced with her tonight made me bitter.

Then she began to place me on the same level as Hackus. I was nothing more than Hackus: I was her friend who she worried for like any friend should. I finally had more than enough of her incredulous label that I made sure she understood I wanted to be alone.

Walking away from her proved to me that I could return to the Grouchy smurf I used to be. I could forget about the coldness of being alone and the want of being more than friends with Vexy. By avoiding her, I could settle my weakening attitude. I was becoming soft around such an ungrateful smurf.

There was a difference tonight. A change in my attitude. Not attending the dance had set forth a goal: I now want to be alone and want to forget about Vexy.

But I couldn't help but wonder, "What made her so gentle?"


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