Short story
I ran through the damp pearly snow, panting from exhaustion. The snow crunched beneath the soles of my boots. My white lace dress swayed on my hips. Dim lights covered this freezing city. Cold city, cold people. That’s how it’ll always be, right? I looked up at the dark sky. The moon pitied me or it was laughing at my defeat.The boats drifted soundlessly across the shallow waters near me. I just stood there. Wishing I never came. Tears flooded my eyes, dripping down my cold pale cheeks. I can’t be crying. I don’t want to. But it can’t be helped. I fell to my knees in utter shame. Wrapping my arms around me, sobbing in unbearable pain.
Footsteps crunched in the snow, the dark slender shadow of the figure was too familiar for me to not know who it was. I sat there trying to hold back any more tears. He stood over me, still as ever, cold as ever.
“Vivi.” He whispered with shallow breath. I inhaled the cool breeze before moving my numb leg. I faced him, his haunting viridescent eyes, dark stray hairs brushing his cheeks. The wind howling in the distance, the city hushing for another word. “Vivienne, I..” He sighed looking up, lost for words. “You..what? You’re sorry? Is that what it is?” I glared at him furrowing my brows. Furious at him, at myself! Thinking that he wouldn’t do something like this again. But he did. That’s just who he is, isn’t it? “You swore, you swore on your life! That you wouldn’t hurt me, that you wouldn’t do that again.” I raised my voice louder, trembling, on the verge of running and drowning myself in the river behind us. “I didn’t mean for it to..” He stuttered. “Then why the fuck did it? Why Cas?!” I screamed, my voice echoing among the dead, sorrowful trees. Tears dripped down my hot cheeks.
He pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me. I kept repeating ‘why’ so desperate for an answer I already knew. I buried my head in his chest, soaking it with salty tears. I looked up at him again, why do I keep coming back to him? When I know it won’t ever end well, not in this life, not in another. We always find each other somehow. It’s an endless cycle I’m willing to repeat. Again and again.
I slithered my hand around his neck pulling him closer. His eyes on my lips, mine on his. Connecting our lips, heat spiralling down my body, a sensation I’ll never get sick of. His hand in my hair, another on my waist pulling me in. His eyelashes brushing my cheeks, bending his head to tug at my lips. Roughly locking our tongues together. The slight taste of champagne and desire in his mouth.
