She?s moving again and this time she swivels from her side, onto her back. Both arms come up now and bend. I watch her small woven bracelets slip down her arm while her hands move to rub at her eyes. I watch her blink and turn her head once more, she mumbles the time, but I could have told her that. I?ve barely slept the entire night. Does she know I?m here? I?m nervous; a hot feeling is spreading from my sternum to my cheekbones and I fight the urge to clear my throat. Her big hazel eyes close once more before she turns to me in one fluid motion. I sigh.
I?m greeted with those hazels once more, slightly smudged with eyeliner and mascara that had been so artfully applied the night before. She?s still beautiful, absolutely beautiful in such a way I?m not even sure I can describe. My vocabulary is limited when it comes to this girl, and I damn sure will be the first to admit it. I smile at her and she smiles back and her fragile bones move toward me, one hand sliding beneath my side pressed against the mattress while the other circles around my waist and rubs at the jagged points of my tattoo. She surely does love that tattoo.
I feel warm and safe when I look down and notice the contrasting colors of our skin. Mine is sort of like melted butterscotch where hers is the color of pale vanilla ice cream. I?m irrational with my thoughts of butterscotch sundaes, but that?s about the only way I can describe us. They are my favorite, after all. She must notice that the wheels in my head are turning because she leans foreword to plant a small kiss on my forehead. Something must have seriously switched with her. She is not the girl I once knew.
?Carmen.? She says my name as if to make sure I won?t disappear, but nope, I am here, and I?m certainly not moving.
?Shane.? I repeat, knowing that she is there, knowing that this is tickling every nerve ending in my body, giving me that tingly feeling I thought I could quench. I was wrong about that. Come to think of it, I was wrong about a lot of things.
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:D beautiful. thx 4 tht.
Ditto! Absolutely beautiful. Great morning after.
Gorgeous! I love the way you linger on physical details in a way that gives them their due, painting the picture, showing and not telling, but without cliche. I especially like your depiction of Shane and her fragility, that was lovely. More! :D
that was damn beautiful!!!
I must agree wholeheartedly with NOVEMBER. I planned on reading all night till work because I couldn’t sleep but you’ve ruined that for me. BEcause I always have to stop on a good note so I will have to find something else to do for 5 hours…I’m not joking. You’ve left me speechless and afraid to pick my pen back up and start writing which i had planned for this week. With one line you’ve shattered my writting aspirations. …”My sweet catastrophe” I could never top that…hat off to you man and keep them coming I’m hooked.
MAGNIFICENT.This is a fic that I enjoyed from start to finish. I love it that you chose Carmen to be the narrator of the story. Does it mean the fic is over?:( PLEASE RECONSIDER:)I’ll buy you flowers:)
I totally agree with everyone here. especially November and TheRealJLO took the words outta my mouth. I’m speechless and hooked.
I loved it. I always wished that the show had shown more of the morning after.
I’m smiling and I can’t stop! Beautifully written, the way you got Carmen’s thoughts down just nothin short of awesome. Please post another fic soon!
Its BeaUtifuLL !! i love it!! haih, can almost picture the whole scene from ur descriptions. totally different writing style from the other writers i have read in here, before this.