More Than A Memory

We just sat there grinning at each other like fools, even when the doctor walked in and went to stand by the only machine keeping my Caleb in this world. I looked at him for a brief moment before shifting my gaze back down to the one thing in my life that mattered.
“I love you Kailey.” My heart stopped. Not once in the four years I’ve known him has he ever said those words to me. I was so happy, I couldn’t help the huge smile that spread across my face, it hurt my cheeks it was so large.
“I love you too Caleb. Always.” He smiled at me and we just stared into each other’s eyes, happily enjoying the moment. I tried my absolute hardest to commit this moment to my memory. Sad to think that the happiest moment of my life, was going to turn into the most heartbreaking in a matter of minutes.
All too soon though, his eyes got cloudy, and his grip on my hand loosened. He closed his eyes so that I wouldn’t see his pain, but the smile never left his face. His breathing slowed until it just stopped completely and I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I lifted his hand to my mouth and kissed his knuckles; I got up and kissed both his eyelids. I kissed his forehead and breathed his scent for a moment before letting go of his hand and walking out of the room. I walked down the corridor and out of the hospital, letting the rain wash my tears away as I walked away from the dead body of the only man in this world who has ever truly touched my heart.
I walked down the busy streets of the city avoiding everybody and never looking back. Caleb wouldn’t have wanted me to.

Careful, We Bite Back

His vision slowly slipped to my mouth and lingered there, the hunger that quickly clouded his eyes and enveloped his features, sent quite the thrill through me that I’d never before experienced in my life. It wasn’t the kind of hunger that would make you jump back and scream bloody murder, but the kind that tightened your stomach and sent your blood pumping through your veins at extremely high speeds. The kind of hunger that makes you want to pull him closer, run your hands through his hair, wrap your legs around his waist and mold yourself to his body. I’m not sure what came over me or if it was the hunger he was giving off, but I wanted him like a little kid wants candy. Like a man who just crossed the Sahara desert wants water. I needed him, and I needed him now.
I licked my lips and before I knew it, he had slammed himself against me. He pinned his body on mine, and ran his fingertips down my arms and sides like a feather. A soft moan escaped my lips, I didn't mean to and the sound was foreign to me, but it just escaped before my lips could stop it. He leant down and hitched my left leg around his calf, placed his hands on my hips and slightly applied a little pressure. His thumb slid under my shirt and he squeezed me earning another moan. He rocked my hips into him and brought his head down to my level, his chest leaving mine. His lips were so close, our ragged breathing combining into an aroused melody. Right when I thought he would finally kiss me, he didn’t. He stopped about 2 centimeters away from my face, to simply stare into my eyes as though he was looking into my soul, I couldn’t even bring myself to blink.
After almost 3 minutes of pure torture, waiting for him to close the gap and quench the desires in me, I finally had to lean in to kiss him. Soft and sweet were his lips; the feeling of them in contact with my own did something to me. I’m not exactly sure what it was or how to describe it properly, but it felt as though something deep inside me had clicked into place. Everything about the kiss scared and excited me in all sorts of ways, I was so confused that when he pulled is head away from mine I didn’t stop him or follow him. When He shut his eyes and leaned in for another kiss I turned my head, causing him to kiss my cheek. He growled a bit and then using his cheek pushed my head to the left so he could get to my lips, but I moved my head all the way and he kissed my right cheek instead. He growled again and I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying for some way to keep him from kissing me again and making me feel at home. I had just met him a few minutes ago, his kisses shouldn’t have this effect on me, I shouldn’t feel at home with him and this definitely shouldn’t have felt as right as it did. For the first time in my life I was afraid. It wasn’t necessarily the kiss, but the guy who delivered it. The guy I knew nothing about but would have to spend the rest of my life with.

Amore Bello

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Texte: Chant'e Francis
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 10.07.2012

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