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violently down my cheeks. This has to be the worst birthday of my entire life – not only am I having to leave my whole life behind while it’s so up in the air, but I’m also losing Marco forever – without even having the opportunity to say goodbye.
* * *
2 nd October 2014
W hat the hell am I doing? I think over and over again as my legs carry me towards the old record shop where Marco took me on our second date all those years ago. We searched through the records for hours, discussing music and finding out that we actually had something really solid in common. We might have come from completely different backgrounds, but we could bond over our love of classic rock. We shared our favorite songs with one another and laughed for hours, growing closer with every passing second.
It felt really natural when he finally kissed me for the very first time, like it was absolutely meant to happen, and after that day we never looked back.
I don't know why Marco has asked me to meet him here after the terrible way that things ended last night, but I can’t deny to myself that I’m intrigued. That’s why I’ve pulled some clothes on and I’m walking through the street at God-knows-what hour to see him. I need to hear what he has to say, I feel like I really owe it to both of us to give this a full chance before we can decide what we’re going to do. After what happened last time, I don't want to have any regrets in my life, not anymore.
As I see him there, leaning up against the door, with his tailored suit curved around his body, my heart skips about ten beats. He’s so damn handsome that it actually makes my heart hurt, and it makes me fear for what I’m doing here.
“Hi,” I say nervously, stepping closer to him. “How are you?”
“Yeah,” he nods, flickering his eyes up and down me. “Yeah, I’m good... you?”
“Erm, yeah, I’m okay.” I glance towards the record shop, picturing the scene of our second date. I visualize it so clearly that it’s almost as if I can see teenage Marco and Olivia in there, smiling and giggling with one another, staring at each other with such a shining love and promise that it almost makes me want to cry. That version of us was filled with such a naive hope, and knowing where that led us breaks my heart. “So this is a little... unexpected,” I tell him, wanting to change the subject.
“Yeah...” He follows my eye line and gets the same misty-eyed expression that I’m sure I’m wearing. “It is... shall we go for a walk instead?”
“Sure,” I follow behind him, still wondering what the point of this meeting is. He hasn’t really explained anything, which makes me wonder if it’s just another spur of the moment thing. I decide to myself that even if it is just that, I’ll get the truth one way or another.
He takes me to a nearby bench and sits down, indicating that I should follow him, which I do. His body heat next to mine has my heart pounding noisily and my mind slowly switching itself off. Being this close to Marco makes me feel like an empty shell of myself – no sense, only feelings. It’s as if he makes me a little dumber, just a slave to my feelings, and even when I need to keep my head together, I can’t.
I remain still, waiting for him to speak, but it doesn’t take long before I realize that he hasn’t got anything to say. Instead, he’s already leaning in, pursing his lips, ready to kiss me. At first, I think I’m going to refuse, to push him away, but he has such a magnetic pull on me that I find myself unable to resist. I find myself leaning in, ready to meet him, eager to feel him pressed up against me once more.
We kiss for a while. It starts off tender and sweet, but quickly a passion overtakes and we find ourselves growing increasingly entangled in one another. It isn’t decent for being in a public place, but I don't even care. There is an intense need growing within me and I want to satisfy it right away.
“Wait,” Marco
* * *
2 nd October 2014
W hat the hell am I doing? I think over and over again as my legs carry me towards the old record shop where Marco took me on our second date all those years ago. We searched through the records for hours, discussing music and finding out that we actually had something really solid in common. We might have come from completely different backgrounds, but we could bond over our love of classic rock. We shared our favorite songs with one another and laughed for hours, growing closer with every passing second.
It felt really natural when he finally kissed me for the very first time, like it was absolutely meant to happen, and after that day we never looked back.
I don't know why Marco has asked me to meet him here after the terrible way that things ended last night, but I can’t deny to myself that I’m intrigued. That’s why I’ve pulled some clothes on and I’m walking through the street at God-knows-what hour to see him. I need to hear what he has to say, I feel like I really owe it to both of us to give this a full chance before we can decide what we’re going to do. After what happened last time, I don't want to have any regrets in my life, not anymore.
As I see him there, leaning up against the door, with his tailored suit curved around his body, my heart skips about ten beats. He’s so damn handsome that it actually makes my heart hurt, and it makes me fear for what I’m doing here.
“Hi,” I say nervously, stepping closer to him. “How are you?”
“Yeah,” he nods, flickering his eyes up and down me. “Yeah, I’m good... you?”
“Erm, yeah, I’m okay.” I glance towards the record shop, picturing the scene of our second date. I visualize it so clearly that it’s almost as if I can see teenage Marco and Olivia in there, smiling and giggling with one another, staring at each other with such a shining love and promise that it almost makes me want to cry. That version of us was filled with such a naive hope, and knowing where that led us breaks my heart. “So this is a little... unexpected,” I tell him, wanting to change the subject.
“Yeah...” He follows my eye line and gets the same misty-eyed expression that I’m sure I’m wearing. “It is... shall we go for a walk instead?”
“Sure,” I follow behind him, still wondering what the point of this meeting is. He hasn’t really explained anything, which makes me wonder if it’s just another spur of the moment thing. I decide to myself that even if it is just that, I’ll get the truth one way or another.
He takes me to a nearby bench and sits down, indicating that I should follow him, which I do. His body heat next to mine has my heart pounding noisily and my mind slowly switching itself off. Being this close to Marco makes me feel like an empty shell of myself – no sense, only feelings. It’s as if he makes me a little dumber, just a slave to my feelings, and even when I need to keep my head together, I can’t.
I remain still, waiting for him to speak, but it doesn’t take long before I realize that he hasn’t got anything to say. Instead, he’s already leaning in, pursing his lips, ready to kiss me. At first, I think I’m going to refuse, to push him away, but he has such a magnetic pull on me that I find myself unable to resist. I find myself leaning in, ready to meet him, eager to feel him pressed up against me once more.
We kiss for a while. It starts off tender and sweet, but quickly a passion overtakes and we find ourselves growing increasingly entangled in one another. It isn’t decent for being in a public place, but I don't even care. There is an intense need growing within me and I want to satisfy it right away.
“Wait,” Marco
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