Maybe Tomorrow
Short Story by: Nixie
I cried. I never cry. If I do then I keep it to myself. So you can imagine how I felt whenshe'd come to me like this lost puppy feeling sorry for me.
But she needed someone as much as I did even if I was the one crying, we were just filling a void we both felt. I think I knew the moment I opened my door to her that it would end in this way... actually if I'm honesthad it beenanyone else that night I’d probably of not of opened my door! I'dignored them instead.
She only knocked once and thenwaited. I saw her therewith her hands in her pockets and eyes downtoward the ground. She looked nervous.I sighed and wiped my eyes before releasing the locks andputting my head round the door. Her eye's searched mine "hey!"she said softly. I paused while myeyes adjusted on her and she almost turned awaybefore Iopenedthe door fullyto let her in!
Inside she passed me a glass of water to help calm me down but my hands let it slip being to week. She took the glass before it had a chance to fall and placed it aside before steadying my hands in hers.Suddenly she was my balance… She told me it was ok, said that it wasn’t my fault andI wasn’t responsible.
It wasn’t initiated by her it was me and a question I asked. Something as simple as “Stay with me!”
It made it easy for her to take me like that. She could see my anguish, my fight andshe could hear the reason in my voice and somehow it led to a kiss.
And while she took me in her arms, she unexpectedly eased my pain, made my heart a little lighter. The kiss had lasted a few minutes, and then it was too late to go back… Neither of us could deny it.
I cried through it, while she shadowed me protectively below her, touching me fiercely. Her kisses were wet and desperate. For the first time I saw her and it released me free from myself even if only for a second.
She held me like a child stroking my hair away from my brow, telling me to rest, never moving while I slept. But then she did… She didn’t have to leave me there like she had, leaving things awkward and deprived of the closure. Like a forgotten one night stand.
…It’s like that saying, you always want what you can’t have. We both understood, but now she follows me where ever I go like something is expected but neither of us can deliver it. Even words are hard to form and eye contact is always too quick to get a glimpse of what I saw that night.
Maybe she is just scared, or embarrassed? I am…
Maybe if I cried, she’d come to me tonight? But I have and she hasn‘t…
Maybe If I just turned up at her door? I could…
No, it’s to late now...
Maybe tomorrow.
© Copyright 2016 Nixie. All rights reserved.
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Nixie,
Vulnerability provides the portal into the soul of your character and gives the piece greater depth than any of the others that you have posted. I love the hesitant interplay and all that wavering at the door is priceless! What I like the most is that the final union seems preordained--not the result of chance or of the will of the characters.
Good job as always!
~brinsley
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Brinsley, they say timing is everything and moments are fleeting. I think my characters experienced that in the most perfect yet unfortunate way and it’s likely their moment’s passed. I'm glad you liked the depth of this piece as it's typical for me as writer to go too deep. Thank you for commenting Brinsley, I appreciate it! ~ Nixie
I liked this story. I would have liked more and deeper things to follow, but you write what you feel and when because you have made a good start with this.
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Thanks Terry, I wrote this a while ago and there is a second part to it but at the time I didn't feel as though it did it justice. I felt the characters to be lost in that moment and so trying and recapture it seemed to fail me! Who knows, maybe I will read it again and change my mind. Thanks for cemmenting ~ Nixie
you are a verry good writer
*i take of my hat for you!*
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Thanks Yvonne, that means a lot :) ~ Nixie
The frailty of both the characters is simply divine, and beautifully written m'dear. They almost seem too human to exist, which is a compliment. Nowadays it seems like all of the things I see people read are cliche, two overly hot blondes pretending etc.
I liked it.
- Riley
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Aw thanks very much, I do try not to do clichés but I feel like my stories are becoming just that at the moment, bit predictable lol oh well, cheers for the comment I'm glad you liked it ;) ~ Nixie
If there is second part ou MUST post it... pretty plesase :)
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I am adapting the second part slightly so I will post is shortly :) thanks for the comment ~ Nixie
There's always something special to read your work Nix, always a need that turns to a craving to carry on reading past the final full stop.
So many questions about this piece, but then that's but another section of why you are so naturaly suited to writing in any and every form.
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Aw, there you go again. :) I think I always had these two pinned down in my head as characters. The answers are there in my head but I don't give them away, I almost make the assumption that the reader can read my mind. I don't know if it's a good or bad thing but I'm so pleased you liked it so much. Thank you! ~ Nixie
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