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Post by Jacky on Oct 28, 2006 14:17:14 GMT
(gtg now! *wave*)
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Post by Nikki on Oct 28, 2006 14:22:54 GMT
I have to wait for the world to stop spinning for a moment when he pulls back. When that happens, I pat him gently on the shoulder. "That was quite difficult for you, wasn't it?" I tease.
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Post by Nikki on Oct 28, 2006 14:23:13 GMT
K, bye  |
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Post by Jacky on Oct 28, 2006 19:11:06 GMT
I give her a smirk, "Oh shut it." I tell her, and to emphasize that I kiss her again, full and determind now.
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Post by Nikki on Oct 28, 2006 19:14:08 GMT
I push him away playfully. "Maybe I should criticize you more often!" Leaning in, I kiss him again, warned but still choosing to be ignorant.
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Post by Jacky on Oct 28, 2006 19:23:29 GMT
I draw a hand through her hair slowly as my other hand rests on the small of her back. I deepen the kiss, dazzled by the taste of her, and the feel of her lips. I don't quite remember any girl that got me so off-track so easily. One thing's sure, and that's the fact that Rae is quite something special.
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Post by Nikki on Oct 28, 2006 19:27:50 GMT
I will myself not to say it, but at the same time I dare myself to. Not thinking, totally intoxicated, worse than the alcohol and the darts, I whisper, "I love you," in his ear, losing myself, losing everything, forgetting. . .
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Post by Jacky on Oct 28, 2006 19:45:56 GMT
I close my eyes for a moment when she tells me. Three words. They imply everything there is in this world. Love, obviously. But also trust. And that's what worries me. Telling someone you love him or her is like putting your fate into your hands. It's turning your back on them, when they have a dagger to stab you. You trust them not to do it, but what if they change their minds? What if they're not who you expect them to be? How can anybody trust -I wonder- so much to a point where you'd put yourself in such a vulnerable position.
I open my eyes again and look at her. That's where she is now. Her fate is mine, and she's given me the dagger to stab her in the back. At the moment I could never imagine myself doing such a thing to her - but frankly, I don't like the weight of that dagger in my hand at all. It makes me feel wary. It makes me feel like a traitor, before I even did anything wrong.
He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a wh0re's oath. The sentence comes to my mind unwillingly.
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Post by Nikki on Oct 28, 2006 19:50:39 GMT
Suddenly I feel an emotion that is in no way mine; guilt. . .and power, at the same time. I assume it must be an emotion belonging to Jack, something my words must have triggered. Try as I might, I cannot receive a thought at the moment. Just that feeling, mixed with my own blind devotion. I pull away a little, disturbed by it. "I'm sorry," I say, my eyes wide, "I shouldn't have. . ." the words leave me. He knows this, I have no need to be telling him.
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Post by Jacky on Oct 28, 2006 19:56:33 GMT
"...Just.." I take one step back, more wary now. "Just promise me one thing, luv." I tell her. I don't know what's gotten into me, but I like this lass way too much. I would never undermine my own interest for the sake of another, but this time I feel like I owe her another warning.
I don't want to see her hurt.
And I certainly don't want to be the one hurting her.
I break hearts. It's a well-known fact. So why would she trust me with something fragile as her heart, when I actually do care for her? Why would she put me in this position where I can't even trust myself?
I hesitate, but then say what I feel I have to. "Don't turn your back to me." I tell her. "You just gave me enough power to break you. And I don't want to. Savvy?"
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