Hey guys, sorry for the delay. I just thought that no one wanted to read this little piece of shit ... but you know what? I'll post anyway. :)
PS.: Remembering that I am Brazilian and I story into English by google translator. if you have something wrong, it's all his fault.
Disclaimer: I do not own skins, but if it were mine, would make a great relationship with emily, effy, naomi and me.
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Is hair. Very blond .
It is a woman .
A woman sitting in my seat .
Okay , I can just sit there , it's a two-seater sofa , for God's sake .
Just a few more steps to get . I sit down beside her , putting his feet on the couch and open the last volume of the trilogy of games voracious . She is , as I tend to be , listening to music and reading . Not only is smoking . She did not bother to look at me when I'm grateful . How is she destraida , I can look at it for real . Hair in loose wavy locks , Jeans and sueater too big for her . She is thin , very thin , and maintains a look of apathy. Just as I should be , I think . I find myself curious as to what goes on in the head of this woman . Ironic that the sadness of someone else captivates me , but I am comforted to think I'm not the only person in the world desolate .
It's been half an hour I 'm on the same page , and I can not concentrate , my head full of thoughts . This woman bugs me , but I do not know why. She is very quiet , unlike other people who have been around me . She reminds me of Effy . Without it anymore , get up there and go out the door , unable to avoid a snort of dissatisfaction when the eye one last time , and as if reading my mind , she looks at me too. And that's when I finally can see your face completely . She is very beautiful , but what really amazes me is his eyes : From a purer blue and clear that I could ever witness . It is breathtaking to load feelings they seem to carry , because , after all , she has a sad countenance . One that only those who have been in horrible places of his own mind may appear .
Today is exactly one month does not leave the house . I still can not understand why I have all these dreams with the girl from the library. S'always very confusing , but always ends with those eyes , that sad face looking at me . I can feel his despair , and try to understand why. This is the part I always wake up, and then I got your picture in my head the rest of the day . I'm more than ever now, and have got to lock myself in the house to keep me from running there and ask her everything.
Cris has been gone a while , but I 'm still naked , her head resting near a crack in the window , being illuminated by the moonlight , feeling weak start dripping rain on my skin . The smoke rises into the air , and I find myself poking it with a cigarette . I should not have her sent away like that stupid, but I could not control myself . I just wanted to be alone . It's hard to believe how much I 'm still scared .
I never got to have an orgasm with Cris . Not because she was bad in bed or something , but I could not feel anything . And today , concentrating to try to help her , came the image of the girl in the head of the library . I do not understand why this happened , because I did not think of it this way, but when I realized she was there , in the place of Christ . I could not control my thoughts , and so I figured that would be his hands on me and it made me squirm . I pulled her hair and held it there , figuring it would be that blonde hair and extremely beautiful, and it would be his thin lips and pink in my body . A part of me thought how ridiculous I moaned incoherently and took pleasure in it, and I almost forced myself to stop. But when I remember those eyes staring at me intensely , burning me up inside , knowing me and challenging , happened .
Was strong , intense and completely disarmed me , more than anything I 've felt , even with Mandy . I felt the tears falling profusely down my face as I tried recover my breath , and it terrified me . Cris almost kicked out, he left without understanding anything , but with a huge smile on his face . Bastard . Then I lay down and cried , all that had not cried in years .
So, like it? some criticism? Expectations? Please, I'm almost begging, let me know what they are thinking?