A Kiss Never to Be

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Two unnamed lovers who cannot be together meet in one final embrace prolonging their eventual loss of another. Fiction; unedited.

Submitted: May 22, 2012

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Submitted: May 22, 2012

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I choked back a sob, feeling the rain stream down my face like it was crying with me. \"I'll never leave you.\" My voice quivered and cracked, hearing the lie in my statement. He bent down, his long, wavy hair swaying between us. \"No... don't say that.\" His voice was tense with pain, but I could audibly hear him fight to stay strong. I pressed my forehead against his, my bangs wet from the pouring rain, and the dock below us creaking quietly. \"Everyone hates us, together.\" \"The guys were cool with it.\" He was hesitant now, his tone feigning detatchment. \"Your best friend wasn't though.\" I circled an arm around his supple waist and pressed my cheek against his chest, leaning on him completely. \"The world wasn't.\" I added softly, speaking it as my broken mind saw our situation. \"Honey, baby, I love you.\" Now he was murmuring, just as lost as I. \"I love you too, guy.\" I felt salty tears break free and trickle down my cheeks, mingling with the raindrops. \"When you're famous and the whole world knows your name, remember me.\" I whispered to him, nudging the top of my head gently against his chin. \"Your name should be next to mine.\" He shook his head in hopeless defiance, glaring over my head at the grey lake and forest on the shore beyond. I gazed at him, drinking him in like a life-saving drug. The only sweet consolation in a world of bitter disappointments. His skin, Italian in tone, his hair, midnight brown, two inches or so past his shoulders, and waved like waves on a tame day at the beach with trimmed bangs cresting his forehead. His eyes, black-coffee and brimming with compassion and a fiery soul that lay within. He had huge lips that made the skin on either side crease. His nose was small and straight. He was lean, but muscled like a gymnast; he was barely two inches taller than me. He always wore eccentric outfits, but today it was just jeans, boots and a loose buttoned white shirt. Nothing special, but it was beautiful to me. I raised a hand and touched his face, tracing his sharp cheekbone and sliding to the beginning of his collarbone. \"Listen,\" I spoke quietly. \"I want to give you something to remember me by.\" He looked down, a puzzled look flickering across his features. My heart ached at such a casual expression; one of the little things I had taken for granted, but would now long for. I slid off my bracelet and took his hand, turning it over to see the immaculate clear nails and wiry fingers. I relinquished the bracelet to him, and he held it up to his face, slowly and carefully. It was woven with gold, sapphire-blue and black colored threads. It had the words 'I Don't Want To Miss A Thing' sewn onto it in swooping, dreamy white lettering. I watched silently as he smiled and slipped the bracelet onto his left wrist. \"And I don't.\" He hugged me, both of us rocking back and forth and relishing in each other's company. I hoped he was as much as I. He stroked the back of my head with one hand and I wimpered, lifting my face to stare deep into his eyes before stretching up and brushed my lips against his, and he quickly pressed it into a kiss. Aunguish forced me to stop and I averted my eyes from his, untangling my fingers and fighting the urge to scream like a unsatisfied toddler. 'No! That's not what I wanted! Give it back!' Or in my case, give him back. Not daring to look back for fear of losing whatever I had left utterly, I struggled to walk down the dock, every step heavier. \"Dream on, dream on...\" His voice, his powerful, enriching tones floated to me. His band's first single, and he was singing it to me. Or to the wind, to be lost in dreams. I will dream on, and hope I will see him again, and that he will not forget me. \"...dream until your dreams come true.\"


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