Savium Saliva

Kiss ‘n’ Break Up

As I walk towards the house, I feel the grains of sand climbing up between my bare toes. Always, have I hated the feeling of it. Always, have I hated everything about this beach, this sunny hospice.
I pace down, ponder, turn around and head towards her again.
Look at that thing, that pale white creature lying on the beach, a myopic person could easily mistake her for a stranded corpse...
If only there were some way I could coax the demons out of her, pull her on her feet, and make her smile again.
I stop at her feet, still got her shades on, but I can see her eyes, they are closed. I feel compelled to make an effort to find the feelings, that I maybe once had for her. I drop on my knees just to let her know that I am here, I sense the shock I give her as I bump down onto the sand, her eyes open.
“Oh, it’s you! I thought you went back to the house,” she sighs.
My mouth doesn’t open, I just look at her. I pull my body down next to her, my head on her shoulder and my lips breathing an inch from that neck, which I have kissed a billion times.
I put my left arm across her and let my hand caress her side. I feel… I feel nothing, and so does her body. This numb skeleton feels nothing…
Through this racing chaos of thoughts, I notice a teardrop fighting its way out of my right eye corner, I will not stop it, I let it fall onto her albino skin. Her shoulder cringe, and suddenly a hand falls over my head and caresses me.
“What’s the matter?”
I say nothing but let my lips kiss her neck, I try to feel, just one more time. She lets me wet her dried out lips, I feel her tongue struggling with mine. There’s a sign of weak excitement coming out of her, her right hand crawls below my shorts and I feel the blood gathering. Still my head is near bursting with thoughts screaming, “FEEL!”
But as quickly as the blood centred, it finds other veins to run into and I sigh impotent. I pull away with her eyes questioning me, and again she silently mutters.
“What’s the matter, dear?” … Dear?
I get on my feet. The closure is set. Kiss and break up. I’m better off without you tearing the will I don’t have, down.
I walk away…

- C.M.H.

NB!
This was an assignment I got in school some time ago, where I had to continue a short story by Brett Ellis called The Beach. I felt pretty good about it afterwards, although it’s not the most original thing.