Getaway

by WandiBear

There was something about her that draw him in life a moth to a light. The was something about him that made her radiate light. Both intoxicated by the other they never thought beyond the moments of passion they share until a choice had to be made and duty came first. For years there was nothing but a black void that is now filling up once again with the passionate ecstasy.

GETAWAY

Sine

It all started as a simple trip. A simple getaway to relax, destress and just enjoy the company of my close friends. It was going well, very well – actually I would say better then well until we locked eyes, and could not unlock them. There are many consequences for what we did and we experienced all of them. Many people in our circle were hurt, cause and effect, ripple effect. At the end of it all, nothing was the same, the eyes unlocked, the bodies untwined and the spirits shattered. There is so much that is given and taken when it comes to love, I forgot about that when I decided to go against everything I knew was right. One may say that a person can think when they are intoxicated by the illusion of love but I could not. I could not think, I could not move and worst of all I could not run although I did try. I can't blame anything or anyone but myself but I did try to blame everyone else around me before I realized that I should have started with me.

It all started slow. Imagine a sunny day, not clouds, just blue skies and warm sun for the long hours of the early morning and the short hours of the early afternoon, you sit in sun, feeling its warmth on your face and feeling it radiate through your body. Suddenly there is no warmth, there is no sun, and there is no blue sky. The dark clouds fill the sky, covering the sun and bringing with them the thunder storm you never thought you ever have to encounter because you are always ready for the storm. I thought about going on that trip for a long time, I thought about every day, all day. Should I go? What if he comes with his wife? Should I bring Zach? Do I really need to go?. I then made the decision to go.

I regret it.

Musa

I should be regretting it, saying how sorry I am or how much I wish I go back and change everything, every decision, every touch, every moment of intense intimacy. I don't regret it, I don't regret anything. It was intoxicating, it has been intoxicating ever since I first saw him, I would look at her but I wouldn't see her until it was too late. I realize that I was, that I am a jealous man. When she would speak of other men, I would feel this anger, this feeling that made me want to hurt them, the men. I would get angry at her for not seeing me and I didn't realize that she actually saw, I didn't realize that she actually felt how I felt. When the trip was purposed to me by my best friend, I didn't question if I wanted to go, I knew I wanted to go, Lexi questioned it. I think she knew, she knew that from the day she first saw us interact in university but she chose to ignore it. I tried to ignore it a failed, every day until that getaway.

I was experiencing a draught. I had not seen the rain in months, I had not felt it in years, I had not tasted it. I felt the rain, I tasted and felt it run down my skin. The draught was over, the cracks in my skin were gone, the feeling of death was gone. The rain brought forth new life in me, it made me feel alive once again, after years of not seeing her, I felt alive, after years of not touching her, I felt awakened and whole.

In the end, I did not regret it. I wanted more. I just had baggage that I couldn't leave behind.