...and the beat goes on.
Liquid Dream
His delicate lips brushed against mine, slowly transforming a chaste soft kiss to one which meant everything. It almost felt as if he was taking into himself apart of my soul, as if he needed that part of me for himself, something to belong to him. He was so warm and smelt so good. My senses were on overload. I wasn’t even sure if he tasted and felt this good or if it was all imaginary. I knew for a fact that right now I didn’t want it to stop, I didn’t want him to let go and walk away from me. I wanted him forever and ever and ever. He was in fact a liquid dream, not real and yet he was. Just short flashes and sensations of him within my hands, his soft skin, his hot breath, the look within his eyes. It was as if I was falling into a torrent of hot air, so fast the whole world was a blur of colours spread into one. My head was so dizzy I didn’t exactly know if this really was reality. Or a dream.
“Too good to be true”, as the old saying goes. That is right. My head was fighting with my heart. I couldn’t believe my luck, I wanted to stay above water and not become drowned within him, but my heart was dragging me so far off track I was beginning to understand it was much too late to turn back. Much too late to rectify my… our situation.
He won’t remember you. The spell will be broken and he’ll be back to normal. He won’t remember you. All of his affections and all of his fond words will become nothing but painful musings once he remembers his true self.
You’ll only hurt yourself.
You’ll only break your own heart.
Do you like to suffer so much? Do you like to yearn for him even when you can never have him again? Give anything to hear him speak words of love to you? Kiss you in the way only a lover can? Touch you as if his hands were the ones that shaped you into the form you are in now?
Why punish yourself? You don’t even love him!
My heart was the essence of dejection, it longed for just this, and now that I had tasted the sweet flavour I couldn’t let go. I wanted it all. I didn’t want to give up this moment and thousands of others that we’ve spent together. The thousand of smiles, kisses, embraces, laughs, conversations, arguments, caresses… all of it.
Now that I had the knowledge and experience, it was suddenly a drug, an addiction. What could I do? How will I live? Cope?
His hands ran down the length of my body. An electrical shiver trickled through every nerve ending that existed within me. I was on blue fire, buzzing with raw energy. He let go, his eyes so intent watching me closely. I could have died then, under his gaze and contained by his arms. I wanted too, more than ever, but I knew it would be “too good to be true”.
He blinked once. Blinked twice, his hands untangling themselves away from me. His beautiful eyes losing that glow that he only gave me. The warmth, his sweet smelling heat, vanished as the space between us increased.
The spell will be broken.
The spell had been broken.
And the nightmare had begun…
~Neverwinter