Toxic Relationship

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
A man struggles to come to terms with a fatal relationship.

Submitted: June 09, 2011

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Toxic Relationship
I tried to ignore the urge, to satisfy the thirst bursting through my lungs. It was like an inferno waiting to be put out by some orangey looking muscular man carrying water pipes. I even tried to imagine that I was in a beach relaxing waiting for the waves to carrying me away but I could not get her off my mind. ‘I hate this feeling’, I muttered to myself. ‘A cold shower would do’, but the thought of cold water splashing my warm skin was enough to rubbish the idea.
There she was lying on the pine table; her white body motionless like a corpse in a mortuary. Many people had died because of her, I wondered calmly if I was her next victim. Old memories resurged as I began to think about how we had met. My brother was persistent, ‘give her a chance’, he said. I had seen her with a lot of man, why would I want her? I had wondered. It only took one chance, one breath, one moment and the rest was a long tragic relationship.
I wanted to run and not look back, but what fool would run away from his home leaving a stranger. ‘No’ I said, I had to face my biggest demon, enough was enough. I knew this was the breaking point of our relationship. This would mean I could not hold her, not feel her fire burning through my lungs, I wanted her so bad but I was not willing to die because of her. That thought alone led me to grab her and chuck her outside. I locked the door hoping she would knock and beg me to let her in. Deep down I knew she wouldn’t.
I jumped into bed hoping that someone would see her outside and take her away. Tossing and turning I tried to find my sleep. She was out there cold, lonely, but then she was dangerous and could tempt the younger inexperienced boys to take her in. I jumped up once again and rushed to the window to see if she was still there. There she was, as beautiful as the first day I had seen her. Over the years she had stayed fresher while I grew old. She had comforted me in nights when everyone else had turned their backs on me. Now she was out there and I was inside. My lips trembled as I began to crave for her warmth and in that moment I knew what I had to do.
I opened the door slowly and walked towards her. She had been in the same spot that I had left her. I hurriedly grabbed her; I couldn’t wait to smell her body and to kiss her with my dry lips. The moment was right, the sun rather oddly seemed to smile for a moment, which was followed by an orange spark, a cloud of smoke and as I took a breath, her familiar toxic fumes surged into the tip of my brain sensors. It felt right, but as she slowly withered away I felt a sharp pain in my lungs. Instead of clutching my chest, I took one final breath knowing it would be my last and I smiled as I recalled the doctor’s words…that the next time I smoked my lungs had a high chance of collapsing. I dropped to my knees as she fell to the ground; her brown head was the last thing I saw. She had claimed another victim..
SMOKING KILLS!


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