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spongetastic) wrote2009-12-05 01:20 pm
spongetastic) wrote2009-12-05 01:20 pm
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"Come What May"
He stood on the bottom of these steps so many times. But never before was the walk here as painful as this time. Their fingers were twined the whole way but they didn't say a word. As they drew closer to the girl's door Peter's grip on her hand got tighter and tighter. Finally they stopped, facing each other just as they did many other times before.
"So," Peter began awkwardly. "When are you leaving?"
"In a few days," Amara answered quietly. Her eyes dropped down to their joined hands where Peter was idly playing with her fingers.
College was always a big step for growing adults. Yet somehow Peter just took it for granted that Amara would stay in New York with him. They were in love with each other; didn't people who were in love stay together?
Yes, Peter did love Amara. He loved her so much he wanted her to be happy. Even if that took her away from him.
"I hope you have a safe trip," Peter said.
"Thank you." Amara tilted her head up to link eyes with Peter. The young man felt he was drawing into those beautiful blue orbs. He got a pain in his heart realizing this could very well be the last time he saw them.
Driven by impulse, Peter leaned forward to cup the girl's face in his hands. He bent forward to press their lips together. His fingers threaded into her hair, pulling the girl closer. Amara let out a gasp and opened her lips for him. He gave a soft moan of approval, letting one hand drop down to wind around her waist.
"Do you want to come inside?" Amara asked in a husky whisper. "My dad won't be in until late."
"No." Peter shook his head. "I have to get home." Amara's face fell but Peter knew it was better to leave it this way. If he went inside they would eventually wind up in Amara's bed. Then they would be making love and all the time, Peter would keep thinking that this was the last time he would be with his girlfriend.
He couldn't deal with that. He didn't want to say goodbye like that. Besides, if they never had a "last time" together...
"Goodnight, Amara," Peter whispered, kissing her lips lightly again. "I love you."
"I love you too," she answered. She squeezed his hand tightly, and then she slipped away and was gone.
But not forever. A love like theirs would never really be gone.
"So," Peter began awkwardly. "When are you leaving?"
"In a few days," Amara answered quietly. Her eyes dropped down to their joined hands where Peter was idly playing with her fingers.
College was always a big step for growing adults. Yet somehow Peter just took it for granted that Amara would stay in New York with him. They were in love with each other; didn't people who were in love stay together?
Yes, Peter did love Amara. He loved her so much he wanted her to be happy. Even if that took her away from him.
"I hope you have a safe trip," Peter said.
"Thank you." Amara tilted her head up to link eyes with Peter. The young man felt he was drawing into those beautiful blue orbs. He got a pain in his heart realizing this could very well be the last time he saw them.
Driven by impulse, Peter leaned forward to cup the girl's face in his hands. He bent forward to press their lips together. His fingers threaded into her hair, pulling the girl closer. Amara let out a gasp and opened her lips for him. He gave a soft moan of approval, letting one hand drop down to wind around her waist.
"Do you want to come inside?" Amara asked in a husky whisper. "My dad won't be in until late."
"No." Peter shook his head. "I have to get home." Amara's face fell but Peter knew it was better to leave it this way. If he went inside they would eventually wind up in Amara's bed. Then they would be making love and all the time, Peter would keep thinking that this was the last time he would be with his girlfriend.
He couldn't deal with that. He didn't want to say goodbye like that. Besides, if they never had a "last time" together...
"Goodnight, Amara," Peter whispered, kissing her lips lightly again. "I love you."
"I love you too," she answered. She squeezed his hand tightly, and then she slipped away and was gone.
But not forever. A love like theirs would never really be gone.