(WriterWorkshop) Someone You Can't Be With [And-Darling]
2007-06-10 -- 10:26 a.m.

The way she moves just kills me. Pretty gemstone, sparkling with this aura of mystery, moves down the hall way in her knee-high socks and plaid skirt. She smiles at me with that tiny lip tugging smile, and immediately I’m drawn to her. The way her hair cascades in dark shades of red down her back, the way her supple frame moves in such a small conserved way it contrasts the mini-skirt she decided to wear. I wonder what colour her underwear is. I wonder what’s on her mind.

Wanting to touch her, to have some other intimate physical gesture than a simple hug, I reach out. As if I was trying to pull her into me, I reached my delicate fingers to graze her shoulder as she passes. My hand drops to hers. She walks. Her honey brown eyes, greeting me with this desperate look of yearning escape, flutter. We’re opposing each other, one of us in the leaving, and one of us in the coming. As she passes her fingers mingle with mine. As she passes, I hear the click of our fingernails together as I try to keep her hand in mine. Pull her close to me to fulfill whatever it was that ate at my insides. I grinned, but it quickly vanished when I realized that her hand had slipped from my grasp. I stood there dumbfounded. And she walked away. Mini-skirt and all.

- Ayian

Note: For those of you frequent readers of And-Darling,

this is about Belladonna during the time when I

was very much in want for her. Belladonna's moving

to B.C. soon. I may never see her again after high school. Personally, it would've been nice just to get a chance to date her. I promised her we would before she left, but I always ended up with someone else first...