I promised her the worldMature

Cerice

Sasha’s lips never felt or tasted better in my mouth, it was as if I was the desert, who hadn’t been touched by the sweet caress of the rain. Everything seemed to slowly fall into place, just as my life had when I met Sasha. I longed being with her after that disastrous day at the café, when she pushed those photos to me and ran away from my life. Night after night since our separation, I had wished, dreamed, and pictured our reconciliation. I imagined myself saying with tears, “sorry I let you suffer too much”.

But here I was, holding her against me and kissing her, and promising her a world of happiness, a world I couldn’t even promise myself.

“I’m glad we finally settled this down,” I told her, savouring the lingering taste of her lips. “I missed the hell out of you.”

Her arms were still linked behind my neck when we started to sway to the rhythm of the wind. “I am glad you went looking after me. Now that we’re reconciled, don’t expect me to treat you any better than my other students. You ditched a week worth of class.”

“Yeah, but I got perspective in return,” I said. “I learned that I couldn’t go a day without you.”

She blushed. “You’re good at making my heart melt.”

“You’re great at making my heart hammer in the cage of my chest.”

She smiled and we swayed more. “Maybe we were wrong about Sam.”

I rolled my eyes. “He just wanted to save his image.”

“No, really,” Sasha continued. “I think he really is trying to make up for everything he has done to us.”

“Don’t you remember the night he tried to touch you?” I asked bluntly.

“Woah, you’re taking it way too far. I wouldn’t say touch, I mean, he was drunk after all. There is always a silver lining behind everything murky and dark. Maybe he just wants the attention his parents neglected him.”

“By becoming a ladies’ man?” I asked. “I think that mother of his gives him enough attention. She smothers him, sometimes I pity him. But let’s not talk about him either, or Terry. Let’s just forget about the world and its problems.”

“How about spending the night at my place?” Sasha suggested.

“I’d love that.”

The sun filtered through Sasha’s very modern flat, everywhere I turned my head, her distinct personality shined through the way she decorated and arranged the furniture of her house. Her paintings were oh so gorgeous and magnificent to look at. I could never get bored of the Australian sunsets. Softly, I rocked her to wakefulness and when she stirred beside me, I bent over her and kissed her forehead.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I greeted. “Did you sleep well last night?”

Sasha gathered the quilt around her body and smiled playfully. “What time is it?”

“Time for me to get out of here,” I replied. “I have a quiz in about an hour.”

“Oh, why didn’t you wake me up earlier? I could’ve taken you to school and gave you some time to study.” She quickly got up and rushed into the restroom. “I don’t want your parents chasing after me and blaming me because you failed a quiz.”

I stretched my legs and shrugged. “It’s alright. I wanted to watch you while you’re sleeping.”

I heard the water running in the shower followed by the sweet scent of her shampoo.

“You’re starting to creep me out, you know?” Sasha laughed. The door of her restroom opened and she walked out of the room, wrapped in a white towel. “I might’ve brought a stalker home.”

I grinned; it felt so good to be back with Sasha.

Sasha dropped me off at school and I made my way to the building where my quiz would take place. My strides were lighter and slightly happier, and my smile was radiant. I felt a different person ever since Sasha appeared in my life.

I felt somebody take hold of my arm and calling my name. It was Terry. She was smiling and very happy to see me.

“Cerice, hi,” she said, “how are you doing? Do you have time?”

“Hey,” I said hesitantly. After what Sasha suspected of Terry trying to break us up, I was slightly wary of her. “I’m good, running late for a quiz, actually.”

“Oh, I will be quick, I promise.” Terry smiled confidently. “I have the perfect place to take you and make you forget about Sasha and your breakup.”

“Don’t worry about that,” I said, “we’re in good term now.”

Terry mouth hung open. “Wait, what do you mean?” Her voice sounded surprised…and envious.

“We got back together last night. Thank you so much for your support this week.”

“Sure,” Terry stammered, none too happily. “I’m glad you girls are back together. Wow, that was fast.”

I nodded. “I think Life is starting to smile at me. Tonight I have a dinner with Sasha and my parents. They’re flying back to France tomorrow. Sasha said it was the best Spanish restaurant in town.”

“I know that one,” Terry whispered, more to herself than to me. “Well, Cerice. I’m happy for you, and I hope you enjoy the food. It’s amazing; I’ve been there a couple of times.”

“Awesome. Well, it was good to see you again. See you around.”

“Yeah. I’ll be seeing you very soon.”

Terry’s voice was meaningful, and her words rang in my ears. What did she meant we would be seeing each other very soon?

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