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Yellow Flowers
As usual, I woke up at 1 PM, brushed my teeth and had a 3 minute lazy bath. Wore my favourite brown colour half trousers and a loose yellow tee-shirt. Smoked one cigarette before having my lunch and continued to find new ways to waste this precious thing called time.
I moved to my window and watched the trees in the courtyard, crowned with yellow flowers. I tried to feel its smell and refreshing vibes, but couldn't. I lit another cigarette and threw a glance outside. I saw him standing at the closed gate, staring. I wonder how long has he been standing there. He waved his hands whilst I took another puff. He gestured me to come outside, but I stood there still and finished my cigarette. He was still there, smiling. Ha, his patience. One of the few things I love about him.
I quickly made a messy buddha bun and walked towards the gate, hands in pockets, numbness on face. I remember my slippers making a sound as if they were as disturbed as I was. I felt the fallen flowers crushing under my feet. The same yellow flowers I wanted to feel a couple of minutes ago.
We walked for a minute and finally sat on a tiny wall, the two of us side by side, after ages, I felt.
"Where is your phone, I was trying you for the last two days?"
"I don't know, I don't feel like using it."
I was not in a mood to explain anything, I was once, I remembered.
He took my hands and smelled them.
"It's Just two Marlboros." I said
He said nothing but sat down on his knees and rubbed my hands. My tee-shirt fell off from my left shoulder and showcased my green bra strap, but I didn't care about anything. He simply adjusted my dress and squeezed my face in his hands. Touched his nose with mine. Untied my hair and combed it with his fingers and tied them neatly.
"Now tell me, what made you so depressed like this, did you miss me?"
I tried hard to feel the feeling he had in his eyes, but I couldn't. I wanted to give a chance to my cigarette to break the coldness that was conquering me. I searched my pocket, found nothing.
I kept looking into his eyes, but numbness overruled my nerves.
"Break me, hit me, slap me so I can feel something!" I yelled at him. Did I cry? No, my eyes felt so dry.
He closed his eyes for a few seconds, then suddenly pulled my hair and kissed my lips. I wanted to stop, but never too long. I felt my tee-shirt falling off again. A teardrop moved through my cheek and touched our lips, we shared it.
Now I can smell the fragrance of that yellow flower and I must say it's so refreshing.
©redpaint
I moved to my window and watched the trees in the courtyard, crowned with yellow flowers. I tried to feel its smell and refreshing vibes, but couldn't. I lit another cigarette and threw a glance outside. I saw him standing at the closed gate, staring. I wonder how long has he been standing there. He waved his hands whilst I took another puff. He gestured me to come outside, but I stood there still and finished my cigarette. He was still there, smiling. Ha, his patience. One of the few things I love about him.
I quickly made a messy buddha bun and walked towards the gate, hands in pockets, numbness on face. I remember my slippers making a sound as if they were as disturbed as I was. I felt the fallen flowers crushing under my feet. The same yellow flowers I wanted to feel a couple of minutes ago.
We walked for a minute and finally sat on a tiny wall, the two of us side by side, after ages, I felt.
"Where is your phone, I was trying you for the last two days?"
"I don't know, I don't feel like using it."
I was not in a mood to explain anything, I was once, I remembered.
He took my hands and smelled them.
"It's Just two Marlboros." I said
He said nothing but sat down on his knees and rubbed my hands. My tee-shirt fell off from my left shoulder and showcased my green bra strap, but I didn't care about anything. He simply adjusted my dress and squeezed my face in his hands. Touched his nose with mine. Untied my hair and combed it with his fingers and tied them neatly.
"Now tell me, what made you so depressed like this, did you miss me?"
I tried hard to feel the feeling he had in his eyes, but I couldn't. I wanted to give a chance to my cigarette to break the coldness that was conquering me. I searched my pocket, found nothing.
I kept looking into his eyes, but numbness overruled my nerves.
"Break me, hit me, slap me so I can feel something!" I yelled at him. Did I cry? No, my eyes felt so dry.
He closed his eyes for a few seconds, then suddenly pulled my hair and kissed my lips. I wanted to stop, but never too long. I felt my tee-shirt falling off again. A teardrop moved through my cheek and touched our lips, we shared it.
Now I can smell the fragrance of that yellow flower and I must say it's so refreshing.
©redpaint
