Chapter 6: Moonlight Mirage

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

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 7:35 AMawake to loud music, “What the fuck”, I sleepily groan with fatigue. I slowly rise from my bed and waddle into the front room to investigate the racket. Good Morning handsome, I thought you'd never wake up. Want some breakfast”? “Demorah how'd you get in here”? “Your brother let me in on his way out to work”. “Fuck”, I softly muttered under my breath. “What was that”? Demorah asked intently. “Nothing, you cooked breakfast?”, I retorted sheepishly. “Yeah, pancakes, eggs, and ham”. I gave her a bit of a confused look. “Demorah I'm positive there's some bacon in there”. She snarled up her face a little. “I can't believe you forgot that I don't eat bacon, I swear you’re just so easy to dislike at times”. She swiftly spun on her feet and lightly stomped off to the kitchen. stared at her a bit longer than I expected to, she wore a bra that contributed very little to containing her breast and slipped into a pair of my gym shortsDemorah always did make herself comfortable in my house. She was always so beautiful like this, simple and relaxed. She normally spends so much time being an obsessive perfectionist it's lovely to see her just so carefree. “Amante quit staring at me you weirdo”. I snapped out of my trance, face almost entirely red. “Sorry, I think I'll go wash up”. I went through my morning routine and rummaged through my wardrobe for an outfit. I stepped out onto my balcony for a moment and got some fresh air, the sky was a plush blue today inviting me to leave the house later. I waltzed back into the front room and encountered Demorah splayed across the couchwatching TV with a half-eaten piece of ham hanging out of her mouth.  Amante Come here”, she said in an almost commanding tone. My name, Amante, lover. I almost always hear lover instead of Amante in my head and I hate it. “Why are you walking so slow Amante, come here already”. I made my way to the sofa and positioned myself opposite of Demorah, facing her, and comfortably slouching. Demorah repositioned herself and fixed her body upon me in such a way that I now had to cradle her with my arms. “Amante, I love you and I don't want to lose you. We argue and my insecurities just don't allow me to be the person I think you deserve. I want to be open with you, yet I don't want to appear weak. I'm just working on myself ya know and I don't want to stress you with my problems”. Why was Demorah doing this? She's so deceptive with her words, can I believe her? She’s never done this before and I really suspected that it must be a jealousy of TyrannyFuck! I forgot to text Tyranny yesterday when I got home, no doubt she's probably pissed. I can't escape Demorah in the middle of her speech at the moment so I hope Tyranny is forgiving. “I only left because I thought someone could make you as happy as I did when we were together and I'm sorry”. At this point I started listening againDemorah sounded as if she was genuinely apologizing. I noticed a small tear roll down her face and I was defeated. The tears of a woman, my kryptonite. I struggled to find the right words, to express how I was feeling. Silence filled the air for a brief moment. Demorah's grip on my arm tightened, ” Me and you Amante, we’re like black skies and glowing stars. No matter how dark our hearts, together we shine, the brightest stars”.  


Submitted: April 07, 2018

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