By: Naomi Malfoy 1 *Written for a contest!* I hope you enjoy a little sad story about a first (and last) kiss.
"So you're leaving?" I ask, trying to fight tears that are threatening to come pouring down my face. "I have to," he says quietly, and I can feel his warm breath.
I stare at the field in front of me, not wanting to look him in the eye. The echoing voices of kids running and playing on the playground are long gone in my head. I close my eyes, feeling the heavy weight in my chest, and waiting for my lungs to break.
"Where to?" He hesitates. Then he answers with, "Harlem." "When?" I ask again. "Tomorrow."
And I set my tense hand down on the bench in the space between us. My fingers slowly drift over his hand, and his palm slowly turns upward to grasp mine.
That is an intimate moment between us. We never hold hands. I feel my heart flutter in my chest, and I still don't look at him. Anger then boils in my veins, and I'm angry that he didn't tell me this sooner.
"Why didn't you tell me you were leaving earlier this week?!" I cry as salty drops fall from my crystalline eyes. "We are friends, aren't we?" At this, I yank from his grip and spin around, glaring at him in accusation.
He stands too, barely inches from me. He looks angry at my statement as he steps closer. "You know damn well we're more than friends."
The sharp tone in his voice makes me feel small, weak. But I have only a second to endure this pain because he then brings a hand around my hip. I gasp in shock as he tilts his head downwards.
It's the first time I have done this. His other hand reaches up and caresses my cheek. I close my eyes and lean into his touch, our lips still sealed together like the opposite poles of a magnet. I like the feel of his mouth on mine, and I could do this forever.
It's the first time I have done this. His other hand reaches up and caresses my cheek. I close my eyes and lean into his touch, our lips still sealed together like the opposite poles of a magnet. I like the feel of his mouth on mine, and I could do this forever. But I start to cry when I realize I can't.
His other hand drags up my spine and holds the back of my head. I shiver with delight in response. His fingers run through my long blonde hair and I step closer to him, even though I think I couldn’t possibly get closer. Electricity passes through my body, a wondrous feeling I have never gone through.
"I'm sorry," a voice mumbles. And I almost forget why we're in this position in the first place. He's apologizing against my lips, but I want to forgive him right away. Something inside of me, however, tells me not to.
My hands somehow find their way to his hair, and I don't answer him because I don't know how. Suddenly, my lungs break and I'm crying hysterically. His hands on my face start wiping my tears away, but we're still kissing and it's amazing.
I open my eyes as I blink away the tears, and I look at him. Really look at him. My hands are still in his hair, and his eyes are closed.
I open my eyes as I blink away the tears, and I look at him. Really look at him. My hands are still in his hair, and his eyes are closed. And I realize I can't do this anymore.
I brace my hands against his shoulders and gently shove him away. His silver eyes open and stare at me in bewilderment. He's still holding me, but now I can't look him in the eye again. Instead, I collapse in his hold. Strong arms close around my waist and he kneels down on the ground next to me.
I already miss the feeling of his lips on mine.
I didn't think it would hurt this much. I'd probably never see him again, never talk to him. He's whispering words into my hair with his arms around me tight. My hand reaches out and grabs his arm. He stops mumbling when I stare up at him.
He looks like he wants to kiss me again, and I really want him to...
He looks like he wants to kiss me again, and I really want him to... But he doesn't. He embraces me once more, and whispers, "I love you."
My mouth opens to reply, but I can't feel his arms anymore. He's already walking away. Any sound that wants to escape my throat is stuck, and I can't seem to find words that would delight the both of us without hurting us either.
But when I find my voice again, it's the next morning when I wake up. And just by the way the happy sun is taunting me, I know he's gone.
"I love you, too."