He sat astride her and held her face prisoner between his
palms. Tears welled in her eyes. Gently, he placed his finger beneath her eyes
all alert to catch the unshed tear. With great effort she lifted her lashes and
looked at him. His gaze seared her being, branded her soul. He was the reason for her being. The love of
her life and the purpose of her existence. Yet, how she wished, he wasn’t
sitting so close to her oozing his characteristic electricity that gave her
goosebumps! She and he, he and she and the rest of the world could retire to
hell in harmony. They didn’t give a damn. But, right now, she was upset.
Extremely. He had made her livid. No, she was hurt. Terribly.
Once again he had trespassed. It was difficult for her to
bear. Hot tears streamed down her cheek. He squeezed her palm. He wanted her to
trust him once again. If only she could do so!
Her pain tore his heart. With exquisite tenderness, he
stroked her cheek with a feather. Her eyes smiled. It offered him some solace.
Mesmerised she drank in his sculpted face, his lop sided grin, the strong jaw
line and the perfect pearlies that gleamed from within. Her fingers were eager
to bury themselves in his midnight dark curls. Age seemed to have thrown its
hands up in defeat before him. It was but
natural. She tore her gaze away from
his. However, the pair of blue emeralds kept stalking her. She had to leave.
Her bones went jelly. Shamelessly, she kept sitting there. At least she had
turned around, to salvage her shreds of pride.
‘Please trust me,’ he implored. For the sake of time we have
spent together. Sitting before her on his knees ignorant of the folks around
once again he excelled in theatrics.
At least she should have known it. By now.
This is not the first time. The words never escaped the fringes of
her mouth. Like her thoughts they stewed inside.
Her heart leapt at his attention. She wanted to concede to
his request. But…the three-letter-word that jiggled in between.
‘Haven’t we been lovers since the beginning of time?’ He was
lucid.
She enjoyed his attention. He was fragile. He lived in the
moment. She had learned it by heart. Yet, her heart refused to believe.
I must leave. She emphasized on the last word.
