A feeling part two
A sequal to an early post
A feeling part two
She always had a long line of sutors each more boring than the last. They where more than willing to shower her with exspensive gifts and lavish her with praise. She however had no need for such shallow gestures. But then agian deep inside her lay a dormant beast, that would rear its head thirsty for such things, It would drink deeply never satisfied always craving more seeking to fill void where her heart should be. Long ripped out by domminering insecurites left her soul rapped and ravaged. All of this her outer self flatly denied.
Her life was a smooth one, by no means happy but smooth. That is untill she had to move and thusly she met a man. He was tall and very handsome, he had a very quirky charm which came from his unkempt persona he was carefree, so much so that it exluded out into his unkmept clothing to his unshaven face. For the first time her defenses were melted away by this man's charms, soon she found her self acting like a common school girl. Everywhere he was she tried to be always trying to get a word in edge wise. She would day dream for hours at a time lost somewhere in his eyes dreaming of forbidden rendezvous and moonlight embraces
As far as the man was concerned he did not spend anymore time with her than he had to as her caretaker. I mean he was nice and did his job well, it was just he was much older and wiser than her, and did his best to distance him self from her knowing that look in a young girls eyes all too well. He was carful not to overstep his bounds as a caretaker afraid to crush an already fragile young woman. But the more he pulled away the tighter she held on.
It was a moonlit night the man stepped out into the cold night to for a smoke. He lit up and drew in deeply, he exhaled slowly looking out onto the sea camly reflecting the moon on a cloudless night, the only desturbance was that of the ships wake. He began to let his thoughts wander. He was taken to a place far away from this place, in a long forgotten time. He remeberd the words so clearly he knew them well. "We can make it work if we try" "I just can't drag you around the world with me" "But I just want to be with you, I love you I want to be where you are" ..... "I walked away from her that day no matter where I go you still haunt me, I was wrong I know but it is too...."
"Who are you taking too?" The man shocked wheeled around to see her standing in the doorway water dripping of her her her long red hair. She was still in her suit she came staight from her exercises. Know one he took a long draw on his cigarette before continuing you should get changed you will get sick like that. She suddenly started to cry slowly at first then more intensly as she lost the will to fight her blue eyes filling with tears she spoke in broken sobss Do... do... you ha...hate me? Before the man could say anything, she approched she leaned upward and kissed him.
He did not know why, wither it was his mood or perhaps she was experienced, but it felt good from his toes on up. He so despretly longed for this feeling, a feeling from the past. But he knew that what this was and as much as he felt he need it. She was slowly dying in his arms and if he continued he would be the poison she would take willingly.
He broke free and with out a word he left. The next day he called in for a pick up and left. He never saw her again after that night. But he did leave a note for her: "Wouned angel far from home you saviour is out there look for him for he is looking for you."
A feeling part two
She always had a long line of sutors each more boring than the last. They where more than willing to shower her with exspensive gifts and lavish her with praise. She however had no need for such shallow gestures. But then agian deep inside her lay a dormant beast, that would rear its head thirsty for such things, It would drink deeply never satisfied always craving more seeking to fill void where her heart should be. Long ripped out by domminering insecurites left her soul rapped and ravaged. All of this her outer self flatly denied.
Her life was a smooth one, by no means happy but smooth. That is untill she had to move and thusly she met a man. He was tall and very handsome, he had a very quirky charm which came from his unkempt persona he was carefree, so much so that it exluded out into his unkmept clothing to his unshaven face. For the first time her defenses were melted away by this man's charms, soon she found her self acting like a common school girl. Everywhere he was she tried to be always trying to get a word in edge wise. She would day dream for hours at a time lost somewhere in his eyes dreaming of forbidden rendezvous and moonlight embraces
As far as the man was concerned he did not spend anymore time with her than he had to as her caretaker. I mean he was nice and did his job well, it was just he was much older and wiser than her, and did his best to distance him self from her knowing that look in a young girls eyes all too well. He was carful not to overstep his bounds as a caretaker afraid to crush an already fragile young woman. But the more he pulled away the tighter she held on.
It was a moonlit night the man stepped out into the cold night to for a smoke. He lit up and drew in deeply, he exhaled slowly looking out onto the sea camly reflecting the moon on a cloudless night, the only desturbance was that of the ships wake. He began to let his thoughts wander. He was taken to a place far away from this place, in a long forgotten time. He remeberd the words so clearly he knew them well. "We can make it work if we try" "I just can't drag you around the world with me" "But I just want to be with you, I love you I want to be where you are" ..... "I walked away from her that day no matter where I go you still haunt me, I was wrong I know but it is too...."
"Who are you taking too?" The man shocked wheeled around to see her standing in the doorway water dripping of her her her long red hair. She was still in her suit she came staight from her exercises. Know one he took a long draw on his cigarette before continuing you should get changed you will get sick like that. She suddenly started to cry slowly at first then more intensly as she lost the will to fight her blue eyes filling with tears she spoke in broken sobss Do... do... you ha...hate me? Before the man could say anything, she approched she leaned upward and kissed him.
He did not know why, wither it was his mood or perhaps she was experienced, but it felt good from his toes on up. He so despretly longed for this feeling, a feeling from the past. But he knew that what this was and as much as he felt he need it. She was slowly dying in his arms and if he continued he would be the poison she would take willingly.
He broke free and with out a word he left. The next day he called in for a pick up and left. He never saw her again after that night. But he did leave a note for her: "Wouned angel far from home you saviour is out there look for him for he is looking for you."