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I drink it down and I try not to think about her. There is no her. There is only me. Me alone in whatever town this is I can’t really pronounce it. Örnsköldsvik or some such place. I don’t think about her. Because I know what happens when I do.
I see those soulful brown eyes of her. The smooth softness of her lips. The warmth of her mouth on mine that feel of her tongue, her breasts, her toned legs, firm ass, tight pussy, the way she smiles, the ways she wears her hair, that lotion, that soap, the feel of her nails scraping my back, the sound of her sighs, the way she smiles the child with her eyes…………….. Fuck. I wasn’t supposed to do that. Fuck………I motion for another.
And the ritual begins again. Pour. Sugar cube. Dipped spoon. Fire. Blue flames. Drips and drops. And down it goes cool soothing like Nyquil when you have the flu. She is my flu. She left me alone and now I am cold. I have the shakes; my fever burns just thinking about her. Out of breath. Dying from the inside. Losing my cool whenever I saw long dark hair.
Spain was a nightmare. As was Venice. Sweden is easy. No distractions or chemical reactions to tanned skin and dark strands of hair. I love this place. High in the mountains. The air clean. The scene clean. And all the women have blonde hair and blue eyes. Plenty of shelter from the visions of her.
I can’t even say her name without wanting to cry. Pathetic. I raise my glass to my reflection and I acknowledge the fact that I have no identity anymore. I knock back the green drink and motion for another. While I wait I do it again. My count to ten…..that rhymes….
10. You love her.
9. You miss her.
8. You are a killer.
7. Not anymore.
6. You spent the last 5 years of your life in a hurricane of complex emotional bullshit.
5. Don’t act like it was not the time of your life.
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*kneels down and bows*You are pure perfection.
That story rocks my world. Thank you.
I am so glad that this continues, this one has me even more intrigued with them being apart.
I didn’t find Marco’s behavior funny at all (sorry 2BMe). Call me old school, but I believe that a child should have respect for his/her parent no matter how pissed off they are (there are very few exceptions to that rule, none of which are even CLOSE to being embodied by Marco and Carmen). It pisses me off when kids and teenagers now-a-days mouth off to their parents as if they were equals. Guess what? They’re not! Never will be. And for a four-year-old to speak like that at all is disgusting. Sorry about the rant, NDF. It’s just that your stories always evoke strong emotion. I get all rile up because I get so into it (so, really, it’s your fault. you should be apologizing to me. :P kidding). You always do a fantastic job at putting the audience right there with Carmen, Marco, and Shane, and this update is no exception. I can’t wait to see what’s in store. Awesome, awesome job.
fuck yea shes back!!!!!!!!! i think she need 2 find like a girl that remind her of carmen then carmen would see her and BAMb!! more drama haha lol ok dont pay me any atention… i love thissssss im likeeee….. like super happy right now you make me a happy person all my friends and familly thanyou very much for that lol
YES! Another sequel. Marco being pissed & cursing Carmen out – too funny! I hope Carmen rises to the challenge & goes after Shane.
Your stories are beyond amazing. I love the way you write. Please get Carmen and Shane back together! I really want to have Carmen track Shane down.
So glad this saga will continue although I knew it would! It’s time for Carmen to go after Shane because Shane is right she gave everything to Carmen! Anyway just my opinion, can’t wait to read more. If I have’nt said it before; your writing is simply captivating.