The Lovely Undoing.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short romantic thing. I don't really know, just looking for some advice on improvements/strong-points.

Submitted: July 30, 2012

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I sat bow-legged on the bed, consuming his whole body with my eyes. I did not touch him, apprehensive to claim any ownership of him, to fully acknowledge he was mine. I was still as the breeze, not because of the reason I told myself - I did not want to wake him-, but through fear. Afraid to move, petrified to do anything that may disturb this scene, cause this reality to crack and fall away to what it had felt like all along – a dream. Suddenly, he stirred, as if he could sense my presence. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked at me with sleepy confusion at first, but a grin spread across his face and his eyes filled with the realisation of our actions. “Why are you up?” he enquired, a tinge of laughter in his voice. I wanted to say everything I was feeling, I could feel the words coming up in a never-ending stream, but instead my brain stopped the words from emerging and I just shrugged nonchalantly. Before I could try to speak again, he grasped my hand and pulled me down next to him, pulling me back into the safe cocoon of our togetherness. “You feel tense…”, he whispered, “what’s up?” Again, I could feel the river of words, but I only managed one. “You.” I replied, instantly regretting it.  He moved away from me, ever so slightly, but I could feel it, the atmosphere between us had changed and it had all been my doing. Maybe, in my anxiousness to preserve our blissful existence, I would become it’s undoing. “Why?”, he asked gently, his deep voice calm and understanding, always the lullaby to my woes. Inside, I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that now the truth would not be our unravelling, but would be what brought us back together, what would stich back together the tears in the fabric of our relationship. “I…just can’t believe I’m here – with you. You’re perfect and I’m not, you’re everything I could’ve wanted and more, and I’m scared that it’ll just…disappear. Like it was never real at all.” He stared at me intently, and for a moment I was completely transfixed, lost in the deep sea blue of his eyes. His words were little, but enough to soothe me, and set of the fire inside me that always burned when he spilled his emotions on to me, from the bottle which was usually so tightly shut. “ I will never disappear. Don’t think that, because if I lost you…I don’t know-” I threw my arms around him before he could finish, hoping that I would never have to let go.


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