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The Letter "A" is no "Z" (Part 1) |
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[color=red] WARNING: The following is NOT based upon nonfictional events.
(knock, knock)
I knock on the door, impatient.
"I'm coming, hon!"
In those words alone, just from you voice, i was able to ease my tense. I was able to calm down while i waited for our night to begin. At least, that was what i thought.
It was the night of our honey moon. We just came from the an exotic binding. It was the night of the day we had all been waiting for; We were tired. We were happy we finally, and legally had each other. But, we didn't need the law to proclaim our love to each other.
Getting a bit feisty, i knock on the door again. Not waiting for an answer. I open it, and i come face to face with you, the love of my life. Your smile is as bright as it has ever been. My heart stops. I smile. You smile. We smile. Its funny how such little motion can cause such a massive impact on you.
"I...I'm, uh....I'm sor-"...
Words could not escape my mouth. Your eyes were beaming straight through mine at the speed of light. Then, without hesitation, you kiss me. In that moment, everything didn't matter. In that moment, i got a hundred different emotions all at once. In that moment, i got dozens of images of our future together. In that moment, it was only you and i.
It was our last moment.
You softly push me out of the bathroom, our lips, our hands, everything, still intertwined. And, i didn't want to ever let go. You did. A bit dazed, i open my eyes. You wouldn't stop smiling. All of my blood was rushing at maximum level. My skin was blazing next to yours.
With your eyes on me as if a hawk, you go back into the bathroom, slowly, leaving me frozen in pure angst. Suddenly obsessed with my appearance, i run to my luggage, searching for one item. I wasn't able to find it, so i throw on my sleekest undergarment. Not feeling pleased, i rush to the make-up bag. I put on your favorite color lip stick- red, and add a few puckering of blush, powder, and eye shadow, here and there. I flip my hair, giving it that "wild" approach to it.
I sit and wait.
And, wait....and wait..and wait...still waiting...
I glance at the time, starting to get worried. I thought about calling your name, but all of a sudden, all the life in me was drained. I was tired. The bed looked good. Then, i fell asleep, knowing i would regret it later. It was just a little nap after all. What harm could that possibly do?
I expected to wake up with my face on your chest. I was wrong. I expected to wake up with your arms around me. I was wrong. I expected you to be on the other side of the bed. I was wrong. I even expected you to have woken me up, to have tucked me in. Sadly, i was wrong.
Instead, i woke in the same spot i was in in when i fell asleep. The area still looked the same. Nothing was touched. Nothing was moved. You still weren't out that bathroom.
Weary eyed, and my make up smudged, i walk clumsily to the bathroom door.
(knock, knock)
This time, i wait for an answer.
I call your name.
No reply.
I call it again.
No reply.
Knock on the door some more.
No reply.
Now, i am knocking and calling out your name.
There was nothing left for me to do. I was worried like hell. I was hoping, praying, begging that i would see your beautiful smile when i opened that door. I inhale. I exhale. Place my hand on the knob. Slowly turn. Open the door.
You aren't there.
......................... TO BE CONTINUED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Copyright by Nike Omomukuyo. Please don't be homo and steal this. I wrote it, so don't plagiarize me or you shall get your a** kicked in.
 Nicky_Nic · Sat Jan 23, 2010 @ 04:56pm · 0 Comments |
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