Cinder's Love story

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
You will understand more when I post my book, but it is not quite how I want it yet, but this is a love story (obviously) from one of my characters.

Submitted: June 08, 2012

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Cinder's Love story.

To think, I had not known this innocent girl for long. Not much time at all, but we are here now.

I turned my face rapidly to look out of the train's window. He was staring at me again and for some reason my face heated up.

She was blushing again even though I doubt she knew it. She doesn't know she has a heart, she doesn't know it belongs to me, and she doesn't know it is mine for all eternity. Then I doubled over my own thoughts.... I don't mean in a possessive way.

I wonder if he thinks I have a heart. I wonder if I do. But its not like I can't tell if anything is there beating in my chest. I can barely tell why he looks at me in such a mysterious way. Like that elaborate mind of his is floating and dazing.

She knows we're 'sposed to be together. She's doubting how she used to feel. The look on her face completely gives her away. And I must say, her hiding her red face from me is so childish and adorable.

I could not help but take a slight look over my shoulder at his face. His orange eyes and white-streaked, bright flourescent colored hair. His slightly worn down blue jeans that made him look slacker-ish and that black t-shirt that had a This-is-my-favorite-perfect-fitting-shirt kinda look to it. And really... it didn't look bad whatsoever. Not that I was evaluating his looks or anything....

Her crimson hair slightly shuffled as her head turned to look towards me, but she seemed to be avoiding as much eye contact as physically possible. I see the complex look on her face even though I have no idea why the gears are sparking against each other. She looks so small and helpless with her knees pulled to her chest and her arms wrapped around them tightly. I know she would easily put the barrel of a gun to my forehead if I do anything to piss her off though. Maybe she would be nice and use the special red one that she keeps in her back pocket. That one is her best and favorite. Only {special} people get shot with that one.

I don't know what brain cell or group of brain cells is malfunctioning in my brain or even in his brain. There is this... I don't know what to call it... an easy attraction. Like we would fit together like a puzzle.... No, I can't be thinking such an absurd thing. I am here for a specific purpose! I can not stray! A puzzle.... It's totally ridiculous... or is it just me? It must be because--


"Cinder." A shiver ran down my spine. I guess I was thinking so much he startled me....

"Cin," he repeated. I slowly pulled my gaze from the frosty window of the the train to meet his eyes. He smiled his white perfect smile at me once our eyes touched. I had to mentally shake myself and finally said, "Yes, Hydro?"

"Yes, Hydro?" Her saying my name is like... a rainy day plus a really good book to read and really sweet chocolate. So I pulled myself together and responded smoothly, "Oh, nothing. You just look kinda on the edge of your nerves. Kinda...jumpy."
"I'm-" She paused for a second and seemed to droop a little, "I'm fine."

"Hun, you don't seem fine at all." I jumped over to her seat. She just looked at me. Didn't flinch, didn't look on guard whatsoever, just sat there staring at me with wide eyes.

He jumped into my seat. Like I needed my brain clouded any more. With him being so close now, I could barely think straight and on top of that he called me hun. I couldn't think of how to respond. Couldn't think of what to do. Just sat there like a moron and stared at him. His orange eyes glowed and he just smiled the same loving smile. {How could this man look at me so?} I thought. His features seemed to mock his maturity as his they moved and curved. He didn't look like the man I knew he was, but he still felt like he was mine, despite his appearance.

I curled up and stayed still, for I wondered when he would lose interest, though he stayed in that position of happiness, waiting for me to respond to his joy. The only thing I could think of saying was, "Really, I'm okay." He just gave me a look like he knew I was lying. I couldn't tell him how he affected me. ....could I? Even if I wanted to, how would I fit it into words?

"Really, I'm okay," She spoke the words so simply. As if it was an automatic response. So I did the first thing that came to my mind: I simply held out my hand. She didn't look apprehensive when she took my hand, and it made me smile.

"Hold tight," I whispered to her. She gasped almost too quiet for me to hear her, but I went through the train anyway.Literally, through the bottom of the train.

"What was that!?" She whispered, almost gasping.

"Well, we got out didn't we?" I smiled at her and she sat on the train tracks as if she would melt.

"You ok?"


"I said I am fine." She said simply as her hat fell lower to hide her face.


"Liar," I said and crossed my arms like I was upset. I saw the slightest surprise pass over her face before it got washed away by thought. The stupid thing she has always done: been completely logical. She never lets go. She all professional all the time. She needs to let go of her thoughts. And I'll be damned if I don't help her.

"Why would I lie about such a thing?" She asked solemnly. I had the perfect response, {Because I'm breaking through. Because you don't want me to know. Because you think you can hide yourself from me. Pick one.} But instead I responded with, "I don't know. Why are you being defensive?"
Her voice had a slight peak in it, "I am {not} being defensive."

"Defending yourself by saying your not being defensive?" I questioned with a chuckle. She lifted up her hat slightly and I saw astonishment in her bright eyes. The look didn't change, it didn't morph into another emotion, she just looked at me in astonishment.

"You wouldn'thave taken my hand ifyou didn't trust me," I said matter-of-factly.She scoffed.

"I don't trust you, I was just interested in what you weregoing to do." I really didn't trust him... How couldI trust his devious, narcissistic, mischievous, awe-inducing,cute grin.....I felt like I wantedto smile...

"Cinder?" She didn'tanswer, shewas just staring at me with innocent eyes. I was losingit. Cinder, the love of mylife and joy of my being is lookingat me and noticing I am here. I could hardlysit still.I felt a shiver run down my spine and sheblinked, showing she wasthinking and not dazed, she just kept looking at me. My heart fluttered, i rocked back and forth slightly and I knew I couldn't pull off the cool act any longer.Iquicklystepped up to her and slidmy arm around her waist, across the small of her back and I leaned close to her face. Icould smell her shampoo,feel her warm breath on my lips, look deeply into her wide,orange eyes.Ibarely touchedmy lips to hers, basically asking if she would shoot me or not.

I was awe-struck when he moved so close to me so quickly. I tried toback up a bit, but Hydro had made his body hard as steel, becausethat was his talent. Hydro could makeit so he could pass through objects, like the train, or he couldget hit by a train and it would not hurthim.He had made himselfimmovable. I took in a slight breath andbit my lowerlip,which just cause my lips to brushagainst his againever so slightly.His grip wasstone, buthe wasn't hurting me or restricting me. He gave me a very slight amount of room, but I couldbreathe comfortably enough.... or I couldif he wasn't so close. I didn't move, I just closed myeyes, waiting hopefully for him to--

I had to take my chance, she obviouslywas okay sinceshe closed her eyes soIwent for it.I pressed my lipsagainst hers soquick that I don'teven think she finished breathing.There was an immediate fire thatlit my lips andwarmed me to mycore. I slightlyopened my mouthand surprisingly she went along with it. I pulled her tightagainst me and I could feelevery one of hercurves, even though she was more athletic than anything. I couldfeel her hidden knife at her hip, her needle at her knee, herblack gun at her thigh, andIeven felt hersmall red gun(the one she keptin the band of her jeans) as islid my hand tothe small of herback.She seemed tosigh and melt in myarms.As we kissed for a couple seconds longer it seemedwe should break off, because even though our mouths were moving insync it seemed too long, and I do not know how enjoyable it is for her. I love her.

Just when he seemed tolet me go I slid my tongue againsthis tongueonce, which made him shiver and it felt as thoughhis body groaned. His body seemedon fire, fromlips to toesI could feel intenseheat radiatingoff of him andI never wanted to let it go. he stepped back once and staredat me in astonishment, and it my first time to smile, and it was at him. His face was red, andhelooked like he was about to jumpout of his skin.I love him.


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