Episode 2: Ivory

so you�re finally here

Yes I am.

He can�t see her face, but it doesn�t matter. He knows it all too well. The small of her back is facing him. He can hear her voice: it is soothing, haunting. He feels a slight chill on his skin. It is then he realises that he is stark naked; he is exposed. Yet, he feels no shame. Her back always greets him when they meet. He likes it that way, seeing her hair trailing by the wind. He thinks it makes her look sexy, more erotic. It has become a custom whenever they meet. Something feels different today.

They�re on a vast grass field, facing the sunset; a glorious shade of rich orange and gold, shimmering with the brilliance of the Northern Lights. The frock of her dress and her long hair is flowing, caught unaware by the breeze. Her lacy white dress shows off her natural slender body curves, accentuating her exoticness. She turns around in slow-motion, her hair trailing behind her as though they�re in a movie. He sees her face. She looks like a poster ad girl, the fair-skinned large eye Asian woman wearing a white flimsy bikini, sitting by the beach under a palm tree with a bottle of Coke in her hand. She smells of faint ivory soap.

so what now

Well, I move on. Meet new people. Make new friends. Get good grades. Maybe start a relationship.

She giggles softly to herself, but loud enough for him to hear from an earshot. Whether it is out of spite or playful coyness, he does not know. He stands there dumbly, feeling helpless. He feels confused, hurt; a bit angry. Angry at who? Maybe at her. Or was it at himself? He isn�t sure. He feels like he is in a movie, a play; he wants to give a damn, kiss her lips passionately, and carry her off on a horseback, riding into the sunset. And then they would live happily ever after, having 2.5 children and a dog. Or maybe a cat. The End.

Instead, he is part of the backdrop; the dull rock that has to stand very still and be quiet. Shhhhhhhh.

why oh why sometimes it hurts just to see you try so hard

Shut up. You know nothing about me

hmm oh really maybe I do maybe I do know much much more than you could ever possibly know

She glances away briefly. She seems sad. There�s a melancholy look on her face.

you can�t go back you just can�t you wish you could so do I you�re going to be on your own from now on I�m no longer your toy

What do you mean? Does this mean you�ll never ever going to return?

maybe

Don�t give me just �Maybe�. Stop teasing me

She giggles again, this time turning to face him.

I�ll always be here I�ll always be in you I�ll always be part of you I�ll miss you as you�ll miss me but eventually we�ll have to part

She leans towards him, the back of her hand caressing his cheeks. It feels warm. Cosy. He strokes the length of her hair. He gently tilts her neck up with his hand, so they can both see each other in the eyes. He brings her face closer to his, their lips just a hairs width apart. Then, they kisBEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP keneken eKen wAkeuP yo!

"Hey, wake up! We�ve a busy day in front of us!"

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Andrew was hollering outside my door, as my alarm clock continued to beep noisily in the background. I was back in my room.

"Awwwww fuck," I groaned. I remove myself from my bed with great reluctance. I clumsily reached with my hands for the clock, eyes half-closed, trying to switch it off.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BE -

"Yah yah yah, I�m already up!" I shouted back at him.

"Grab a shower first, I�ll prepare breakfast," said Andrew. The sound of his footsteps faded as he made his way to the kitchen.

"Ah...okay then, thanks," I muttered. But he couldn�t hear me.

Dammit, I thought. I cracked my neck and knuckles and scratched my head.

Just when I was getting to the good part.





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