Beer, Chewing Gum and a Cigaret

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Attraction can be fatal to the heart. In the end, it always is.

Submitted: August 26, 2008

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Her breath had the faintest hint of peppermint through the overpowering smell of the cigarettes she'd been smoking. Mixed with the smell of her skin and the occasional slip of her tongue to prove that she was tipsy, she was absolutely intoxicating. He had caught sight of her when she walked over to the bar to order another round for herself and her friends. She had a way of moving that made him week in the knees. He couldn't help but look. And then she had turned around, drinks in hand, and had smiled at him.

He couldn't even remember walking up to her. She was standing so close to him now that he could feel the warmth of her skin. The music was so loud they almost had to scream at each other to make themselves understandable, but he didn't care about the damage to his ears. He wanted to breathe in every moment of her, this beautiful creature, drink in every detail he could possibly find. A new song came up, slow and rhythmic, and they were dancing. All of a sudden, her body touched his, their eyes locked for what seemed an eternity. He prayed to every higher power that he might have doubted before that they would make it last forever.

The song had ended and he found himself at the bar ordering more drinks, her arms wrapped around him, her face against his back. Again he wondered if he was dreaming her, made it all up in his mind. When he sat down amidst her friends, her at the other end of the table smiling at him over the edge of her glass, him pressed between two giggling girls, he thought he would die.

The night was cold and so he was brave enough to put a protective arm around her shoulder. She happily snuggled up to him while they walked down the road to her apartment. Every time he sneaked a glance sideways, he could see a faint smile on her face. He swore he would kiss those lips every day for the rest of his life from this moment on, not let her go out of his sight or reach.

She broke loose from his embrace and said she needed some more cigarettes from the night shop across the street. He told her to give up smoking and heard her clear laugh as she ran across the road. He stood there, waiting, breathing in cool air and counting the seconds until she came back. There was no room for mistakes here; he would wait with everything until she was fully and completely his to keep. Even though he had never actually been in love before, he could tell he was now. His knees were like jelly, his hands nearly dripping with cold sweat and his heart beating ferociously in his chest when he thought of her. He saw the flash of her dark hair through the shop's window and held his breath as she stepped out. She smiled her dazzling smile again and kept her eyes on him as she started crossing the road. His world was perfect in that moment; he would marry this girl and live a good, long life.

As the sound of screaming tires reached his ears, the world went into slow motion. He saw her eyes give a hint of fear as she turned and dropped her pack of cigarettes. He started running as to save her, but somewhere in his head he knew it was already too late. Her frail body met the cold metal of the car, her soft lips and sweet voice still not entirely finished a scream. That, and the sound of her body falling to the ground with an almost tender thud were together the worst things he'd ever heard in his life. He couldn't see any more, except for her face and half opened eyes. He knew he was screaming, that the driver of the car was screaming, but nothing registered in his brain. He did not hear the sirens of the ambulance and the police car, he could not move, he could not speak. He held her until the medics gently took her away from him, speaking words he again could not hear. Someone had put a blanket over his shoulders, but he threw it off. His mind was a blur.

A day later, in the hospital, he learned that her name had been Sophie. A twenty-two year old student who lived not three streets away from him. They had been living so close together for nearly four years, and never met before that night. Her parents told him that she was a dancer and an actress. She had two cats. He loved cats. She had died instantly when the car hit her. He had died the second he had set eyes on her.


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