This has nothing to do with the theme of the blog, but do you remember that a while ago I published a little love story EmilieCLane my friend gave me for birthday? Many told me that you liked and you wanted to continue with the story Emilie ... and this morning by opening the e-mail I found this gift, the second part of that story! wow Em are the best!
For those not you had the opportunity to read from the beginning, I invite you to read the first part of the story: first kiss. PART 1.
first kiss. PART 2.
The sky was even darker than the previous days and I was wondering when the time change. He sighed. It was cold and had cold.
no longer wearing only her skirt and shirt as he used to, if not also now wearing a long sleeved sweater, some tights, leggings and loose hair tickling her neck. He looked at his locker with boredom. What kind was it now? I could not remember, and even remembered, did not think that the could animate.
A hand with a black watch on the wrist was loaded into the box while the other took the pink lock and closed his locker. The bag she was holding fell to the ground when turned affectionately, like a delicate little fairy. The cornered against the locker, metal surface on the back incrustándosele irregular, but she knew that. A smile full of sincere love of this world and others drew on his face. His eyes sparkled with joy at the sight of who was in front. He looked at her with a look full of infinite love than one could imagine. They did not need anything else. Only could be transmitted with many thoughts for which there was no better words that glint in his eyes.
I had missed. Had spent only one night since the last time I had seen, and each hour had passed without it had seemed eternal. If God knew how much he missed ... how much he missed every second not spent with her, probably not ever separate them, though in some ways, this was one of the things he liked it. I had the crazy desire to see her again.
But time is running out to them. He had to go to college and she would be there all summer for an internship. He knew it, she seemed to try not to think about it. The very idea that he was sick to his stomach, was so disturbing and disappointing, so painful that embraced her with no intention of releasing. She did not even need to accommodate. The space between her arms was made as to its extent, the embrace and the embrace, she never felt uncomfortable. In his arms, felt safe, despite knowing how much it grieved him to come near the end, I knew I hated the idea both equally. She hugged him in silence, burying his face in his chest, feeling the aroma of soap, shampoo and deodorant, for I had to get to school and recently had out of the shower.
His love was. Simple, quiet. But strong, honest and true.
Her lips looked anxious, nervous, eager to meet and never to be separated. The kisses were sweet and passionate. He was fierce, intense, hungry. She transformed a delicate, deep and full of love. He loved that about her. While he was setting and content, she did lose all control, and at the same time, became its north, in its goal, at its center. Feel close to him made him the luckiest guy in the world, and the same to her. They loved in a way so intense and sincere that sometimes she could hardly realize that it was his first love. Would not be separated ... but they ran out of time.
classes became monotonous for both, because all they wanted was to see again, and spend as much time as possible next to each other. Time passed quickly for them cruelly to be together, and when they were slow torturadoramente sections. Until the day arrived.
did not want. She would not leave early. Broke his soul. The plane was waiting. She knew to miss this internship would give at least two months with him. But it was his dream, and his parents had already paid. Had to leave. Did not want to mourn. That would destroy even more. Passengers addressed
couple, happy, full of joy and excitement. Rubbing his face as his fortune. Both of them broke his heart. Why such love should be reduced to this? Why should I die? What was the reason I could not stay together?
"I'll wait," he promised.
"Do not," she said. "I can not wait. Looking for another girl, not us any good to continue this in the distance. "She smiled, but then shook his head. "It would be too painful. The best thing is that it ends here and now. I love you forever.
- Are you saying goodbye? Is this a farewell? Is this what we call good-bye? Because if so, goodbye is the worst thing that could happen to someone.
"I appreciate having known you. Having A observed, having no content, Having A confessed in some way or another that I love you.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What I would not have provided for you?>> Thought both at the same time.
"I'll always love him," he swore. "Even if we have to separate, I'll always love.
-Zutto, Atashi, anata wo ai shite.
- Why in Japanese?
-To make it more original, "she teased, trying to laughter, but sadness betrayed and let out a tear.
They came to embrace, and though they knew that this would only further damage, they kissed one last time. The Kiss, who had mingled with tears, had been salted and painful.
She boarded the plane. And he stood there, watching started, she waved, gathering strength to smile and seem inexplicable happy as he said goodbye. And then, when she turned to enter fully into the plane, something unusual happened. A few tears furrowed his cheek. The first tears he he cried in his life ... by a girl.
She had the soul split in two, and could not stop thinking \u0026lt;\u0026lt;yo amo> I>. The plane began to move and only then, when he could not see him, nor he to her, was allowed to poke his face out the window to see him once again ... and looking back.
In his Facebook profile had changed their relationship status to single, but she saw in his pictures as radiant as ever. It was proven that he had done well in his internship. He had been in college I wanted, so I was doing goals. Those with whom he had spoken, they referred to it by saying he was very happy, perhaps more than ever. He had discovered that she was either stronger than I thought, very, very strong emotionally, or just she had not loved as much as he had loved her.
What do you think about the story? :) I love the Emilie writes, has a great talent and I never tire of saying that I'm her number 1 fan! : D
PS The story does not end here, there is a third way:)
EmilieCLane * Written by:)
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