HE THOUGHT BUT WRONG
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CHAPTER TWO: Episode 3
She painted deceit truthful in his eyes. The tent was built by the dude, Gandour. He only knew he built a tent and none ever told he built such a tent.
"How safe is this old forsaken
place?" he queried.
"Safety us guaranteed, " she told.
Gandour only lasted a day old and his belongings he chose not to recall he save there. What occurred, mine have the account but him. Whenever his eyes snapped the tent when he paddle through, the face of the healed scar within is freshly opened. It was his decision not to elucidate to any because to explain is risky to his life. Distance put them from each other. Space lived between them.
"If love is never the reason we are
here, what else has bound us to
each other?" she queried.
"I know the truth but its color I have not truly seen. What should I believe I need to know the truth before believe can come alive, " he said.
She shifted. The space left their midst.
"Far from me to punish my love
from the taste of love, " she was
ready for the first kiss.
"Just this once?" he asked.
"If I think it that way, I shouldn't be the one in love, " she responded.
She rubbed his head and cages him to herself with her power. The moment gave him no different thought from her. He held her still in his eyes. She watched him.
"Your look cover me with shyness,"
she told and bowed her head.
Her hand fell from his head. She activated a pretentious tearful mood. He held her up.
"For this once if another time will never come exist,
Let me be to you the man not far from your lips.
Like the beauty from where it came,
Like a garment deck with beauty is worn,
Beauty is worn upon your skin for a cover,
Beauty is the skin of your body,
From the dwelling place of beauty is your birth,
By the hands of beauty are you moulded,
Whose hand is set to remake you from the hands of beauty?
Tell me reasons my love for you should have a shift.
I wanna hear why I should be the man different from the man that should love you.
How come you are late?
How come my lips meet you lately?
How come my lips has never met you?
Why do I have to know you lately?
Who keep me farther this long that I begin the count of my days in the hands of the wind?
Like we would never love, so here we are.
Like it was never gonna happen,
My heart is closer to you than my body.
Though I stand not farther from your lips,
Put not your lips far from me,
Because there I wanna know what love is, " he talked.
In a rush, she clipped her lips on
his and they traveled deep.
"I fall for you,
Sweet words your mouth own cuddle me very near to you.
I'm speechless because it was never in me to do this once more, " she fell on his chest.
Silence, gross silence governed.
"I have a question, " she voiced.
"What is your want from me?" he
was first.
"The truth, " she responded so quick.
"I will find the answer, " he
promised.
"How long do you have to love me?" she stared.
Double thought.
"Till forever comes, " he told.
The moment he positioned his lips, he was connected to feeling he could not possibly tell the direction of descension. His action wore a change. She found out but could not dig out what it was.
"You have taken hate from the
taste of my lips, " she pushed
to vex him.
"Don't give that feeling to that direction. This feel comes sometimes but don't know what it is. Do you know it?" he wished to.
"Maybe your attention is drawn
to one else, " she guessed.
She took him to bed and fell his head on her arm. Like a kid he wished sleep speed up to him but his wish was never acted. He came out of her arm. He pondered and still could not tell why his attention was drawn. A weird glance from her to him. Within her, she thought he was possessed.
"Your mind is poisoned, " she told.
"Can you offer me help?" he requested.
"As long as it will be to your heart anti-poison, " she promised.
"Heal me with song and I will be healed, " he demanded.
"How did you know?" she
surprised.
"I choose to understand, " he felt lost.
"On that, I am a terrible singer, "
she declined.
"I need your voice to heal me, " he urged her.
She began. He fell his head on her shoulder as the song tarried. She did not reach the end when his eyes shut. Her voice climbed down when she noticed. She laid him on a perfect position. With the look in her eyes, she was the woman to be loved but the look in her heart did not mention so.
"How come you look into my
eyes and never see it come?" she
asked.
The door got a bang. Silence was first to respond. A staff banged another time. She lied beside pretending to be asleep. He invented a seat for himself beside the tent. Once since her lifetime, fear is meant to break everyone. Fear had never found her ----- never, not when she is mean. This time was different from the times she had spent fearlessly. Silence summoned her. She answered. Beside the tent, her search discovered no result.
"I better be quick out, " her words
from within.
She dropped a foot to the ground, the wind rushed passed her. It was a bombshell. She seen that for the first. Fear kept her longer than the time she should stay. None was out but it looks to her that an image impede the door way. With courageous move, she was closer to the door. She turned a look on him.
"I can't let go but you have to, " she
uttered with pretentious pity.
Kiss of goodbye on the forehead, she walked through the door. A boat man that paddled was tired of searching for fallacy he was told by a fisher man. He needed a place to regain his strength. This place discovered was never optional. He had been on water for two hundred and fifty days drunk with weariness. He turned and wrapped on him. The boat man woke. He tried to lift himself, he saw a hand across him. He threw it off in a rush.
"Damn, dude! A gender of your
kind I am. Wake up, dummy!"
the boatman distracted.
"You paid visit when your turn to visit never come. Why did I wake at your side?" he told.
"Did I meet anyone else from you?
I think not. Howdy, buddy?" the
boat man.
"Blindness met you before friendship went south. Tell it to my ears, am I right?" he claimed.
"You are not that right but damn
annoying, " the boat man hated.
"That is why you should meet someone not different from me, " he confidently uttered.
"I met mistake, " the boat man
regretted.
"You are welcome, " he commented.
His eyes searched the corners.
"Forgotten where you hid it?" the boat man asked.
"You threw her out for your stay,
uh?" he accused.
Wrinkles had a sit on his face.
"I beheld just you when I branched in, " the boatman confessed.
The heat of trouble awoke from within.
"A lady, the one decked with beauty. Her arm was the safety place she fell my head and positioned my lips so near her n*****s. Seen move as such?" he explained.
"You don't expect me hide her
from you, " the boatman told.
"I don't trust you but you have done nothing different from that, "he replied.
"Hey! Watch it. I have never
kidnapped you b***h. You go
search wherever she is covered.
Don't trouble me with that, " the
boatman countered.
His words were accompanied with fury.
"You are not picking it. She was here when my eyes shut beside her. How come she is quicky gone?" he hardly believe.
"I didn't come with such answer, "
the boatman told.
He troubled his head.
"What is she called?" the boatman quested.
"Ah... That I forgot to collect, "
he told.
"I need some rest. That's what my body talked to my ears, " the boatman saved himself on the bed.
He conversed. Response was scarcely found. He separated to the previous spot since silence described him demented.
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