Strawberry Girl Monologue
I can still taste a bit of the strawberry on my tongue. When Eva kissed me, I fully knew she wasn't sober.
I knew it. I could smell the cocktail on her breath, hear it in her words, and taste it as she pressed her soft lips to mine, but there was something about her, something in the way her body fit in my arms, something in the way she smelled – chocolate, peach and that damn strawberry – that made her alluring. And now?
Now she sits in the back seat, staring at the drops of rain that poured down the window and is completely silent. She didn't utter a single word, and we have been driving for twenty minutes already. At least, we're not alone in the car. "Brian, drive slower," Lora urges me to the fact as if she had read my thoughts. "The …show more content…
Then, her tiny hands are in my hair. My skin, which she touched, starts to burn. Her lips leave mine to wander down my neck and tenderly kisses my ticklish spot – she's the only one who knows about it. In that brief moment, I realize that I want it to stay that way. I want her to be the only one who knows of my ticklish spot, I want to wrap my arms around her from behind and bury my head in her hair. I want her to be the only one.
Just then, I notice that I love her.
In a heartbeat, my hands are empty with Eva standing a few steps away from me. That expression on her face tells me, I shouldn't have kissed her back. "Brian..." Eva's voice is so quiet I can hardly hear her. As I take one step forward, she takes one back with her hands raised in a gesture that begs me to stay away.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she mumbles as her greyish blue eyes brim with tears. I shake my head. "No, I'm sorry, Eva, I shouldn't have..." "Stop, Brian. It's my fault, I started it" she states, calmer now.
‘’Eva..."
I don't even know what I want to say, but it doesn't matter.
The girl I love looks at me, then I see all the hurt in her eyes, and I know I'm responsible for it. I want to say I'm sorry. However, my throat is dry and the words dissolve in my …show more content…
Eva is still so angelic – even when she's underwater, even when her skin's pale and her body is colder than ever, even when she blinks several times, struggling to keep her eyes open – even when she's so blue – even when my vision's dimmed and blurred.
Blue – it fills my veins, my organs, my body, and my thoughts. I am very cold.
The world is – blue. Blue like Eva who's turning paler and paler but is still so beautiful – blurring in front of my eyes – bubbles, they come out of my lips, my nose, leaving me.
Water, water everywhere as Eva's grip gets firmer – telling me to hold on, not to give up. Although her lungs must be screeching too. I breathe in water. I exhale bubbles. Her hair flows around her head, one rebellious strand swaying in front of her forehead as always – I reach out for that strand, reach out to her, for Eva, because she's fading.
No, no, we are fading, bleaching to a light blue color on the project for that art class that has never been handed in, Now, finally, I am fading into that blue.
Dying.
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‘Remember when you told me I could tell you everything?" Eva nods concern written all over her features
I knew it. I could smell the cocktail on her breath, hear it in her words, and taste it as she pressed her soft lips to mine, but there was something about her, something in the way her body fit in my arms, something in the way she smelled – chocolate, peach and that damn strawberry – that made her alluring. And now?
Now she sits in the back seat, staring at the drops of rain that poured down the window and is completely silent. She didn't utter a single word, and we have been driving for twenty minutes already. At least, we're not alone in the car. "Brian, drive slower," Lora urges me to the fact as if she had read my thoughts. "The …show more content…
Then, her tiny hands are in my hair. My skin, which she touched, starts to burn. Her lips leave mine to wander down my neck and tenderly kisses my ticklish spot – she's the only one who knows about it. In that brief moment, I realize that I want it to stay that way. I want her to be the only one who knows of my ticklish spot, I want to wrap my arms around her from behind and bury my head in her hair. I want her to be the only one.
Just then, I notice that I love her.
In a heartbeat, my hands are empty with Eva standing a few steps away from me. That expression on her face tells me, I shouldn't have kissed her back. "Brian..." Eva's voice is so quiet I can hardly hear her. As I take one step forward, she takes one back with her hands raised in a gesture that begs me to stay away.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she mumbles as her greyish blue eyes brim with tears. I shake my head. "No, I'm sorry, Eva, I shouldn't have..." "Stop, Brian. It's my fault, I started it" she states, calmer now.
‘’Eva..."
I don't even know what I want to say, but it doesn't matter.
The girl I love looks at me, then I see all the hurt in her eyes, and I know I'm responsible for it. I want to say I'm sorry. However, my throat is dry and the words dissolve in my …show more content…
Eva is still so angelic – even when she's underwater, even when her skin's pale and her body is colder than ever, even when she blinks several times, struggling to keep her eyes open – even when she's so blue – even when my vision's dimmed and blurred.
Blue – it fills my veins, my organs, my body, and my thoughts. I am very cold.
The world is – blue. Blue like Eva who's turning paler and paler but is still so beautiful – blurring in front of my eyes – bubbles, they come out of my lips, my nose, leaving me.
Water, water everywhere as Eva's grip gets firmer – telling me to hold on, not to give up. Although her lungs must be screeching too. I breathe in water. I exhale bubbles. Her hair flows around her head, one rebellious strand swaying in front of her forehead as always – I reach out for that strand, reach out to her, for Eva, because she's fading.
No, no, we are fading, bleaching to a light blue color on the project for that art class that has never been handed in, Now, finally, I am fading into that blue.
Dying.
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‘Remember when you told me I could tell you everything?" Eva nods concern written all over her features