Thursday, January 22, 2009

the war is over

"How hard is it to believe that I'm here for you?" He looked into her eyes his red from fustration, just shy of anger, but his eyes still begged for acceptance. He was holding the pinky of her left hand now, trying to keep her in reach as she turned away. Tears swole her eyes, but were held back by what seemed to be an imaginary sheild of air. She couldn't cry, not now. She was too strong a girl to be considered weak. She looked at him with no emotion besides the swollen eyes which suggested pain.
"Really?" He said, "Thats it? I have no chance of proving it to you?" He released her hand and she stood lookin at him. "You're really going to pretend this never happened?" No response, She blinked. "Fine."
He began to walk away and she could feel words coming, but they wouldn't leave her mouth. They barely escaped the clutch of her throat and got stuck at the tip of her tongue blocked instantly by her teeth. He turned back to look at her and stopped. The loud roar of a train could be heard clearly. He still didn't face her. The train sped closer and soon its lights could be seen from inside the tunnel and she glanced at it. He turned around and walked back close enough to her to smell her sweet perfume. She looked down at her feet as the loud muffling followed by the train's horn crowded her ears. She looked up ino his expressive eyes and the sounds departed. The train passed now and the only reason she knew this was true was because a swift wind cupped her cheek and lifted her hair. She could hear nothing and she could only see his eyes, his lips, the tiny birthmark adjacent to his right eyebrow. She could only feel the emotions beaming from within his light chestnut skin. She touched his cheek, the arguement was over and the feeling, mutual.

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