He entered the house and was expecting to see her waiting for him. His perfect little Anna. Her white, pale face, soft skin and big brown-greenish orbs with long lashes and full lips which always smile to him. A packet of white teeth showing behind the smile. He loves her with her brown long hair and long fingers with always perfect done nails. They both worked a lot and it wasn’t like before, but they love each other don’t they? Does he know what she’s thinking like before and vice versa? Maybe that’s the key problem.
He entered the house and right behind the corner in the hall way she was standing at the door at the end of it. She was leaning on the door with her hands crossed and a soft smile on her face. He smiled back as always. She would usually grin back afterwards but not so often lately, not this time. He took her face in his hands and rubbed her cheek with his thumb. She was smiling but not looking at him anymore. He sensed the mark beneath the foundation
“What do you mean? Nothing”
“Who was here?”
“Tell me what happened!”
“Who was here?!”
The first thought that ran through her head was “you” but she remained silent.
“Oh God, why are you dong this?”
Minutes ago she was pouring more drink in her glass, thinking about him, she wasn’t sure was she drunk or not, what made her drunk so much, was she angry, insane. They both just needed a break, the time to go back, to take a trip somewhere far away, to look into each other’s eyes. They still loved each other, if they didn’t they wouldn’t be in this situation right now. So she was pouring drink after drink, smashing a glass at the floor at the end, falling down in tears. Their dark-purple sheets, big bed, perfect view, everything she, they, have ever dreamed of surrounded her. She picked it up and covered a scar that glass has made. Everything seemed perfect.
He went to the kitchen
“It seems that another glass has been broken, like we had more of these” he said and turned to her. She put her hands at her back-pockets and started walking
“Probably, maybe it’s the housekeeper”
“She wasn’t here today”
“What is happening? Why are you doing this to yourself? I can’t stand looking at you like this!”
“Well then don’t look at me” it hurt so bad to say this but what else was she left with? They were only hurting each other.
She came into the kitchen which was connected with the living room with only bar separating it. She poured more
“Stop it” he grabbed her hand while she only grinned.
“Don’t do this” he repeated while she took the glass and nonchalantly went to the living room.
“No more drink for you! Where is the rest?” He threw away the bottles he saw. She walked into the kitchen and pulled another one. He took it away and threw it as well
“Why are you doing this to me? To yourself? We said we wont ever drink and this is… what night in a row that you are drinking? I won’t let you get hooked on this shit” he pushed her away into the living room, his face inches away from hers, the window wall behind them was spilling one of the most beautiful city views, but like that mattered nothing to them. She just laughed a bit
“Are you drunk?” He asked her as she looked away and laughed through her nose. Was she drunk? Who knew that?She was numb and drunk all the time. If it wasn’t alcohol, it was him.
“I’ve got an elastic heart” she said. He knew very well what she meant by that. Her pace was slow, just like a cat. She had dark-blue jeans and a plaid shirt a bit unbuttoned, she took her necklace off. She walked barefoot and took the glass, proceeding to the bed were she sat. He climbed the bed as well and sat beside her
“You won’t ever drink again!” He took the glass and took the last sip of whiskey, throwing the glass at the wall, smashing and falling into million wet pieces. He took her by her head with one hand, pulling her hair a bit, their lips parted and wet from alcohol. Seconds passed before they smashed their whiskey lips together eager for each other, for the taste of their lips and alcohol on them. The kiss was passionate and heated, she put her hands in his hair, pulling it harder each second
“Is that clear?” He asked taking breath. She nodded her head
“If I ever see you drinking again I don’t know what I’m capable of doing” as he said the last sentence they both looked at each others eyes. He has dark, chocolate-brown eyes.
“I basically trust no one” she whispered
“Don’t you trust me?” He asked
“How can I?” She asked with worried eyes as tears escaped them
“But you are mine. Have I ever failed you?”
“Just don’t let me go, no matter what, don’t ever let me go. If I run, chase me, if I back you off, pull me closer. Reassure me and tell me that I am not right, I beg of you”
He kissed her, now with even more passion
“..never” he said through the kiss
“Let me go” she said
He pulled her even closer
“Why are we doing this to ourselves?” She asked
He didn’t say anything, just deepened the kiss
“I love you” she said
“I love you, more than anything”