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| My stomach churned. My heart was beating past its legitimate speed. But I had to see it for myself. With hands shaking, I opened the book, aware that it spanned more than forty written pages. I recoiled in shock and then in pain, as I saw the cold statistics written by Kyle. The place. The time. The names. But what shook me more was the utter depression I was feeling. Knowing I was not part of that statistics. How strange, I thought. I should actually be grateful I did not end up in Kyle's clutches. My normal self would have been relieved. Yet here I was.. gutted. Confused. 'Why didn't he?' I began to wonder.. Then I instinctively became aware. Of those dark eyes. Observing me. Our eyes met but his gaze soon settled on my hands holding his black book. He flinched. Spontaneously, I fled. Afraid. I ran out of the balcony and up the adjoining stairs. Speeding. Grateful for once that I was a fitness buff. Yet, I could hear Kyle's footsteps behind mine. Catching up. I panicked. All I wanted to do was to hide from him. A dead end however, refused to let me escape. So I stupidly seeked cover between pots of rose bushes. Sorrow soon mixed with fear and the realization that I was still not entirely over Kyle. That he still had his grips on me. It despaired me. 'That's mine, you know.' Came the voice, soft and comforting. Unlike the hard edge, baritone I used to know. I peered at him as he slowly kneeled infront of me. My eyes defiantly stared at him. Accusatory in its' intensity. And Kyle somehow understood, as he looked at me with remorse. His eyes darkened, silently apologizing.. for all the pain he had inflicted on me. I breathed in hard. Feeling a sudden pang of pain as I became aware of Kyle's proximity. So close, but yet so far away... And then he kissed me. Softly, gently, hesitatingly. As a friend would. Within a second, his lips was gone. His hands was somehow holding onto his little black book. Strange. I did not recall giving it to him. With his eyes still holding mine, Kyle opened the black book and with his strong force, tore its' pages. All forty pages or so of it. Then Kyle smiled. And slowly walked away, head down. Leaving the pieces of torn paper. Heading towards Ellie. I have finally found the closure I never realised I needed. |
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| 'And Then He Kissed Me' was written by Sherina Zain, 12th of July 2001. Copyright 2001. All rights reserved. Inspired by a dream and recollection of past events. All names have been changed to protect the innocent ;) here*s 2 carlos for turning the tables & inspiring this piece. i am stronger. |
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