(For a long time, I had wanted to write down the
stories that my mind conjures. Usually dark, bordering on bipolar. I have never
written fiction and given the lack of confidence in my writing skills, I had
thought that I would never. Then oneframestories.com happened, all thanks
to Jaykay and
I felt that, may be, I could try at short fictions. Then one day this happened.
Around 4 months back, one random night, and I typed this in my mobile. Posting
it now.
Wondering why all this
"INTRODUCTION"? To cut a long story short, it's an appeal. I am not a
writer so please be warned before you subject yourself to this torture *wink
wink*)
Kissing her Demons
Mind wanders and the memory of a night
sneaks it's way through the maze of your mind.
You remember how he held your hands and pulled you
towards him.
You had anticipated this all along but you pretend
to be surprised.
You let him think you didn't know this was
coming.
You part your lips.
As if it were an absent minded and natural reaction
to proximity..
But you know it is not.
It was a calculated and deliberate move to make him
move forward.
You watch his lips. Now dry with wanting. Tempted
He leans and kisses you. You kiss him back.
He takes your name. You just let out a sigh.
Kissing gets passionate. More nibbles and bites.
BUT ..
You are not there. You are re-living a
memory.
A memory of someone with similar lips, assaulting
yours.
You think of how disgusted you had felt then.
You wanted to erase that memory.
So you are creating a new one. ..
With someone who looks similar and has same kind of
lips. Thin. And no flesh.
You kiss back with all the passion you are capable
of.
He thinks it's his victory. His victory to make someone so elusive
to respond so achingly.
Poor him...
He doesn't know that you are kissing a demon.
You are kissing a demon that has haunted you for years..
to make that demon love you and not haunt you
He just happened to look very similar. That is
all.
The haunting memory is now flushed. You feel
victorious.
Then you just kiss out of happiness, because he
says he loves it.
#Fiction
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