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| The room was steamy with body heat and hormones. The mirror on the vanity just to the right of us was fogged like I had just gotten out of the shower. Soft instrumental Goth Rock music played low, but just loud enough to penetrate my head played on the small black boom box beneath the vanity. The vanity was silver of steel. I remember it because when my hand graced the leg of it lightly, droplets of water stuck to my fingers like sweat because the heat had condensed to form the water. The heat of the candles in the room weren�t helping much, The white and red candles festooned each and every piece of furniture in the room, save for the mattress which was so conveniently placed in the center of the fortress. I could feel my veins pulsating just below my, seeming to be paper-thin skin. My mind filled with thoughts. I was blithe and yet terribly melancholy at the same time. I tried to push the melancholy out of my brain, and turned to stare at the beauty that lay just a few inches from me. The way that her curly red locks of hair fell on her milky face made her look like a renaissance painting of Sleeping Beauty. Her lashes were long and gave her an ever so innocent look which made it seem unreal that I had just known her (biblically of course). I kissed her cherry colored lips and watched to see if she would move. She didn�t. She looked so peaceful. Too peacefully the melancholy in my head said. She looked almost dead. No! Shut up and stop it! I thought to myself banging myself in the forehead. My disturbance woke her. �Crap� I thought to myself. She looked at me, without a word, behind ice blue eyes, When she looked at me this way it sent chills though my entire being. �What time is it?� she said with a stretch through a sigh. Snapping out of my thoughts, I pushed my hair out of my face impatiently and looked over at the clock I threw on the floor. �Just past 2:30a.m.� I replied �Shit! I need to get home before my stepfather kills Me.,� she said jumping up out of the bed and squeezing into her blue jeans, �What? Why?� I exclaimed grabbing her shirt and holding it behind my back where she couldn�t get to it. I knew why she had to go I just didn�t want her to leave just yet. I wanted to keep her here with me for as long as possible. �You know why.� She replied pinning me down with her knee on my stomach, pulling her shirt from behind me. �Look how much more trouble could you possibly be in if you just waited until the morning to go home?� �What? You�re silly. You know well that if I spent the night here that my father would eat me for a midnight snack and leave me over for breakfast.� �I thought I would be the one to eat you for breakfast.� I said winking at her. �Shut up!� she said smacking my arm playfully, �No seriously think about it. You�re already in trouble right?� �Yes.� �You�ve already spent half the night, right?� �I guess so.� �So then how much more trouble would you get into if you just spent a few more hours here?� I said staring up at her with puppy dog eyes. She stood for a moment thinking over what I just said. �I guess you�re right.� �Yes!� I said, �I mean, of course I�m right. Am I ever wrong?� She looked away in the distance for a second and her facial expression seemed to change, as though the melancholy had taken her for a moment, then it changed back to cheer. �Ivy-� �Antonio, do you think that after we die that our love will hold us together? I mean even if one of us is still alive?� she asked staring though my soul with her icy eyes. The question took me by stupefaction and angered me for a nano-second then made me wonder. What the hell was she trying to imply here? Was she thinking about doing something? Why was she thinking this? What brought this up? �What the hell kind of question is that?� I found myself saying She stared at me startled. �What do you mean? It�s only a question.� I realized how that must have sound and quickly changed my tone. �I�m sorry, I mean what brought this about?� She paused. �Oh well it was just�well I guess I was thinking about it and stuff for a while.� She said matter of factly. �Thinking about what?� I said with a hint of worry in my voice. She turned her head to the side looking at me like she was astonished that I had asked such a question. �Antonio, don�t try to pretend like death is never going to happen to us.� She sat down, on the bed beside me. �Well, just because it�s going to happen doesn�t mean that I want to think about it right now does it?� �Well, do you?� �I believe that love holds anything together. Whether it be two pieces of paper or two spirits lost through death together. There, does that answer your question?� �It does.� She said looking at me from the corner of her eye, flirtatiously. I grabbed her by the waist, and kissed her neck, allowing my waist length, eternal black hair to envelop her body, Every cell in my body cried take her again. But I prohibited myself from letting my hormones get out of control. I stopped kissing her�the melancholy crept back in, Something in me tonight told me this was the last night I was ever going to see her, touch her, and have her give me that piercing look. I recoiled. �What�s wrong?� she asked giving me a look of sadness that I positively hate to see on her face. I sighed and stared deeply into her eyes, �Nothing, I just need to go for a walk.� �But it�s 3 in the morning!� she cried. �Don�t worry, I�ll be fine. I just need some air.� �Do you want me to come along?� |