She Runs.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
She can't stay, but she can't go. Her heart tells her to love, her head tells her to leave.

Submitted: May 07, 2009

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There are four sides to you," he murmured in my ear.
My eyelids fluttered closed as his fingers trailed my shoulders.
"The happy chirpy you," his touch whispered across my collarbone.
"The grown up you," h
e moved from one ear to the other and I felt the air move as he moved. His scent stirred, and memories triggered of him and I, of hot summer nights and of cool winter days. Before any of this.
"The angry, self-righteous you."
He turned me around to face him, grabbing my shoulders, fingertips digging into my skin.
"And the sad you."
He cupped my face in his big, strong hands, bringing his own beautiful face close to mine.As his sparkling green eyes looked deep into my own, my heart began to race. It was as though he could see into my very soul. He always could.
"And everytime I look into your eyes, no matter your mood, there's a sorrow there, hidden deep within their depths." His brows creased and I flinched. I wanted so bad to believe him, to let him in. I just wasn't ready for that.
"You think no one can see it, but I can."
And as I continued staring into his eyes, I noticed for the first time a matching sorrow.
"I can't bear to see you so. I want to change it. I want to be the one to make you smile. I want to makeyou want to smile."
Then he looked away and I felt shattered, though I didn't recognise why at the time. And while he was looking away, he once again spoke.
"The sad you is always there, always just beneath the surface." He put his forehead to mine, his mahogany hair tickling my face. I could smell him, his scent was overpowering and suddenly intuition was telling methat whatever he was about to say was going to break my heart.
I wanted to be as close to him as I could before I lost him.
My hands then mimicked his, trailing down his strong, broad shoulders, down to his narrow waist. I pulled him close and felt my eyes well with tears.
"It's always been there" he said again, "and even that side of you, if it was the only side I could have, I'd take it. Gladly, joyfully. Because it's you. You are what I want most in this world. You, all of you. So please let me in. I can't live without you. I don't want to live without you."
He pulled his face from mine and looked me in the eyes once more. I suddenly found it hard to look at him, hard to breathe. He was so absolutely gorgeous and I... was so absolutely not.
"Look at me!" The pain and anguish in his voice tore at my heart, pulled at my soul.
"I can't," my voice broke and my tears began to fall.
He placed two fingers under my chin and gently lifted my face to his.
"I love you. I adore you. Let me in, let me say. Let me help you want to smile again."
His voice lowered.
"Don't leave me. Don't run away. I don't want to hurt you. I want to love you. Let me love you."
And as I wrenched myself from him, my heart screamed he's telling the truth! But my head told me to run. And as I ran, I felt my heart break, tear--
He had stolen it, and I was never to get it back.


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