Your Breath

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
Umm.. i would say that this has happened to many of us when young. We fall in love with our best friend and realize that he/she doesnt love us back.
My main character/ the narrator is a boy who cherishes a girl to the point where he feels like killing.

Submitted: May 12, 2009

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Your Breath
 
I'm telling you that I love you, truly love you. Your cold breath tingling on my skin, your soft lips on mine, your now shocked eyes staring at the ceiling. I swear im not crazy; I'm just in true love. Seeing you every day with your sparkling and captivating smile. Watching your angelic step is not as easy as you may think. You moved quiet fast and very stealthily. It's hard to keep up with your busy schedule, hardly taking time for others, but always having time for those special others right? But of course not me. Why, because I was your brother, your forever soul mates? You being so incredibly lovely, a sister that wouldn't loose a kiss for her loving brother, that person that was always there for her, in her breakups and loses, and painful moments, but why did I have to ALWAYS be there? Maybe if I had been absent once you would have seen me with other eyes, other feelings, emotions, and thoughts? But no you always very connected to feelings and thoughts; always regretting what I would say was the most pure thing I have felt.
But the day came. The day where everything I felt went in a jumble and just made me purely mad. You saw this guy at the carnival and when he looked at you, you respectfully responded with a blush. You blushed! You never blushed with me before. But him a complete stranger, you gave him more in one look than you have ever given me in a whole day. You went out with him for two weeks. Two dreadful weeks of hearing you talk about his hair, his eyes, and his "beautiful lips." How I faked the smiles I gave to you, and the advice that came to my lips. It didn't matter how much dirt I threw on the guy you loved him more and more. Maybe that was the only mistake you ever committed, and ever will.
I took your picture and put it in my wallet. I told everyone that you were going to be with me one day, just one lovely, rainy, cloudy, cold breathed day. Those days were you woke up and knew that you were being watched. You know you are being followed and possibly even breathed on. You could feel the other person's presence so well it’s creepy. Your beating gets faster and you feel the once unnoticeable hairs in your back stand up, your breathing harder and the air comes out with puffs of evaporation. The condensation of hot breathes with cold air.
 You were walking the late hours with your fast, uncalled for pace. It made no sense for me to be around you all the time but I wanted to know what you would do alone with the blinder of love. You walked into his house and your coat flew off your shoulders, and began to eat each other with kisses. Those really passionate ones that look like they are going crazy and the hands are slipping everywhere but nowhere at the same time. They went to the room and I wasn't able to look anymore. The testosterone ran through my veins combined with eternal adrenaline. It was too much to bear but I waited and waited and waited until the night did its job and quieted the neighbors. Until the crickets chirped and the moon took over the sky, and I went in through the kitchen, grabbed the first thing I saw and opened the door which held your biggest sin. I didn't care about what you had done, but what got me to anger so much was the fact that his scent was on your skin now. I swore your body would be mine, but you went and slept with him. Why didn't you tell me if you thought about doing that? Is that the trust you had in me?
Well it doesn't really matter now, does it? You did it and I stared at your lips over his, your body under his, your clothes under his roof, which probably held more secrets than you told. I was behind the door, opening little by little, counting the minute and seconds for you to stop. I was holding my anger and salivating your taste waiting for him to burst. I wanted to kill you both, or even torture you both, but then I got a better idea, and guess what! It worked. You screamed? Of course you did, and he screamed too for the mother he neglected.
My plan was so beautiful. Once you guys stopped doing the unforgettable sin, and my anxiety was over the roof I crawled in very stealthily to the bed. Your sinner was tired and so were you. It was easy to hear you panting, you were by the window side of the bed, while he got up and you cradled all the covers to stop anybody from looking at your perfect body. He needed a drink, I hid under the bed; yes there he didn't see me, when I was sure he was out of site I crawled out and closed the door. You didn't even scream, just looked at me in amazement, with panicked eyes, I love your eyes when they turn that icy green combined with brown, your heart was pumping faster than when you were rubbing on him. You asked me what I was doing here, but I didn't answer, I couldn't, I knew that if something came out of my mouth I would have jumped on you and killed you. I just stared at you with so much anger my heart was throbbing. It didn't make any sense to kill you, but it was a good option, you know?
He tried to open the door, you were in so much shock you couldn't murmur a word. I laughed so hard, I felt so happy, I don't know why though. You were so perfect, so dirty now. I let him in, he saw me, he covered his part, yeah he was still naked with a cup of what was it? Whisky? He dropped the cup and went after me. He grabbed me by my neck and pushed me against the wall and asked who I was. I didn't answer you didn't either. How can you be so shocked? That gave me so much adrenaline, I couldn't hold it anymore I pushed him off, and his head hit the bed. I was walking back to you and he got back up and attacked me again, this time I was prepared, I moved to the side and his head hit the wall. I think he was a little disoriented because he went straight into it. It was kind of funny. But you didn't even give one movement. You stood there watching me, with so much passion, or maybe even a little disbelief. He was probably unconscious, but none of us cared. I was still dead looking at you. I was Running over and over the idea I had I my head, and it was time to get it over with, slowly.
I climbed into the bed. You didn't move, with the covers on your chest, one hand holding them the other holding your figure to look at me. I came forward and kissed your lips, it was like getting a taste of heaven with a bit of strawberry, like your everyday lip-gloss. It was beautiful, tasty, delicious, and full of life. I wanted to love you, but not after he had you. I took you by your arm, without saying a word, and then carried you to the bathroom. I put you in the shower and turned the water, not to hot and not to cold. Your body shivered but still looked at me. I grabbed the sponge and the soap and showered you. It felt so good to have my hands around your body. But what bothered me was that still look you gave me, it wasn't hate and it wasn't love, it was like lust. I kissed you again and this time you returned the kiss, with passion. It was even more gorgeous than the first time. Your hands went around my neck; mine dropped the sponge and deliberately went towards your hips. I pushed you into the wall and my lips worked through your face then down to your neck. The water falling over my head made it perfect like if I was dreaming. Your hands traced my back and mine traced your perfect torso. I took a towel from the curtain and put it around you but continued to kiss your lips. When I looked at your face and held it between my hands I saw your tears. Your eyes were full of fear and that tore my heart. I felt like I had done something I wasn't supposed to, something that wasn't scheduled or timed. You slid against the wall. You were crying with your head between your legs, with your knees against your breast. I couldn't hold the view for any longer, so I left. Once my foot was out that door I swear I was torn and sorry for ever wanting so much from your friendship. I couldn't hold it in much longer and I broke out crying while running for shelter from all the rain. I'm so sorry, I promise I wanted the best for you, but I was being selfish. With this letter I wanted to explain how much you meant to me, that night. I wanted to explain to you how important it was for me to run that day and never come back to see you.
I love you and will forever love you. You chose him, I chose you, and unfortunately it was in you hands the power to make me feel whole.
Sincerely,
Unknown
 


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