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A counter acceptance
Story written on February 28, 2008 by 0okyryo0.
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It is only recently that you have found yourself particularly drawn to your teacher. Previously, the occasions you both speak simply and constantly result with your bottom lip pulled tightly between your teeth as you let your gaze roam appreciatively over her form. And it did not go unnoticed by you that those occasions usually came about because of your prayer beads, or more specifically: her disapproval of them.
It wasn’t until Simone had sought you out in the library that sheer physical attraction matured into something a little more genuine. You were drawing, alone; the epitome of innocence when she had found you, sliding a small book across the table in your direction. You didn’t know what significance the book carried, but you notice its worn bindings and wonder if it had originally belonged to Simone. She trusts you, and in return you admit the importance of your beads, casting her a long, uneasy stare; waiting for judgement. But she simply reaches out to grip your wrist comfortingly. Your throat closes and you are unable to say anymore as she leaves. A few long minutes pass and your arm is still tingling as you reach for the book.
You can’t prevent a wide smile as you remember. Reaching down, you touch the pocket that your beads are now concealed in. It is a small irony, how close they have brought you to Simone. You liked the attention she payed you because of them, and took every opportunity to absorb her presence.
Whispering her name quietly to yourself, a familiar energy bursts over you and suddenly you can’t be still any longer. Rushing, almost falling out of the tree you had been perched in, you lollop away to find Simone. She is leaving the chapel with a rather uptight administrative looking woman and, having no desire to confront the two with your newly lit cigarette, you duck behind the statue in front of you.
Taking a long drag of smoke, something written on the stone catches your eye. A quote you have become all too familiar with. And even more strangely, neighbouring the quote is a love heart with S & A printed in the middle. It takes a few brief seconds for you to conclude that the S has to stand for Simone, but you can not place a name to the other letter. Briefly entertaining the thought that A could stand for Annabelle, you stand; watching her.
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