Beyond the Pale: How far would you go for love? by Wood EJ

Author:Wood, EJ [Wood, EJ]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2018-07-16T16:00:00+00:00

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Tears draw lines on my cheeks, as I search for answers where none existed. This heart of mine has a wound that will not heal. It is a surprise it is still alive for the wound is deep from a sharp knife filled with love that turned to poison. Guy is my fantasy, my gentle breeze, the wind beneath my wings.

‘Amelia is everything?’

‘Laura, do you believe that pleasure can ever be sinful, where you know you shouldn’t but you do?’ at that she shrugs and looks back down at her food.

‘I have never been one to comment you know that.’ Her uneasiness is obvious as she stands up and walks towards the sink.

‘I need some time on my own for a moment.’ I leave my food at the table and shamble towards my bedroom, collapsing on the bed, a single bed, for one. Crying, I burrow my head into my pillow. I switch on the radio and hear “Tori Amos” bleating on about “cornflakes.”

For how much longer will I have to resist the pain? How much longer will I have to endure to resist? And to count every minute every day that I do not have him even though it’s wrong. I try to hold the bright moon, the brilliant sun and stay away from anything bad. I will turn the entire sky and wash myself of it for if by chance I ever saw him I’d have to turn away. I just couldn’t bear it, these mixed feelings. He tried to hurt me! Or did he? For how much longer will he live in the storm of my mind? I, without validity, realise that logic is the only friend of a crazy person. Am I crazy? For Guy, I would beg, bare shame, stand in front of a firing squad and smile as if it were a feast, not saying a word. I’ll never taste again a kiss from his lips, yet one kiss is enough to make me forget everything. I’ve missed more than anyone can imagine. I want to leave it all, friends, work and my home without looking back. I am ashamed to admit this for I ask myself how much longer can I hide? I can’t stand it. When I laugh, inside I cry but with so many lies how can I love him? How can I love him for what he has done? It is hard to decide between what my head is saying and what my heart is feeling.

I wish I could drink the water from the spring of oblivion, to erase the memories and all kinds of pain. Still, I was asking for one more kiss no matter how much the pain carved. How much longer will he torture me? I cannot sleep, I am his. In his arms I am someone else, someone more like myself.

Can a heart truly be broken, if it is only a muscle? I sit up in bed wiping the tears from my cheeks trying to reason

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