The house was redecorated, even the chairs reupholstered. However silly Mike found it, this was important to Sylvia. The parade of homes was always such a pretentious event. Their neighbors showing off their exotic skins, antique silver and marble flooring. But their walls lacked any sentiments. They were filled with Picasso, Rembrandt, or a copy at least. The flowers were always real though.
Sylvia was busy arranging their own flowers in the dining room. She had pulled the white lace curtains to draw in the daylight. He watched her move the roses with such deftness. When people toured the homes, they saw this carefully crafted beauty and fawned over it. But they never saw what was real, what really made the home. He was glad that she left the pictures of the family as well as Derek's toys in the foyer.
Friday, March 14, 2008
kismet
He pulled her out into the hallway and swung her around as the door thudded closed. She cringed at the coldness of the tiles as he pressed her against the wall. The most ridiculously impish grin consumed his face. He brushed a stray hair from her face that moved from the false breeze of the abruptly shut door. Still, she refused to ruin her composure.
"Tell me," he smiled. "You can tell me. I know you couldn't before, and I acted so stupid. Tell me now."
She caught her mouth dropping but didn't speak. He continued, eyes hard on her.
"I just couldn't bear it. I couldn't take the jealousy. How you could throw your affections away on an imbecile. So I couldn't face you, and I couldn't tell you."
She could feel burning in her cheeks. She wanted to wipe them away against the wall so he couldn't see the red.
He blinked and suddenly everything was soft and gentle. "I wanted to tell you so much. Every time I saw you, but every time I ran. We're supposed to be together, I know it." He stepped back slightly to give her a moment's breath before he completely pushed his body against hers.
"Tell me. Tell me," he whispered in her ear. "You have to tell me. I'm not going to let you go until you tell me."
"Tell me and I'm yours. Just tell me," he coaxed.
She could not help but agree.
"Tell me," he smiled. "You can tell me. I know you couldn't before, and I acted so stupid. Tell me now."
She caught her mouth dropping but didn't speak. He continued, eyes hard on her.
"I just couldn't bear it. I couldn't take the jealousy. How you could throw your affections away on an imbecile. So I couldn't face you, and I couldn't tell you."
She could feel burning in her cheeks. She wanted to wipe them away against the wall so he couldn't see the red.
He blinked and suddenly everything was soft and gentle. "I wanted to tell you so much. Every time I saw you, but every time I ran. We're supposed to be together, I know it." He stepped back slightly to give her a moment's breath before he completely pushed his body against hers.
"Tell me. Tell me," he whispered in her ear. "You have to tell me. I'm not going to let you go until you tell me."
"Tell me and I'm yours. Just tell me," he coaxed.
She could not help but agree.
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