5

L O W E R I N G herself over him, she lets out an exhale. God, she liked his presence, his attention, him. Somehow he always seems to hypnotize her with just his very being. He's like a dose of medicine, yet of course the feeling of being healed doesn't last forever. She wishes that it did. It would be wonderful to pay more attention to him rather than you.

He hums as his hands tour her every detail, and then she detects it. Slowing down, her body begins to shake as she brings them both to their own version of heaven. Her head lolls back and her mouth opens slightly. He stares up at her with awe and weakly she climbs off of his body, falling against her back. His mind swirls. He enjoys everything about her.

Ridding of the urge to please her the way she pleases him, he slides out of the bed. He walks over to his wooden stool. She lays there nude and dazed. She doesn't notice him pick up his prized possession quietly.

Vibrant sounds cut through the air, soothing her soul instantly. She sits up. He watches her. The music reminds her of a windy spring day. His posture shifts as he slides his bow closer to the bridge and tilts it so all the hairs hit the right strings. Each melody becomes warmer, the sharpness sending her into a frenzy.

The power of his song describes how he's feeling about her. She knows, for the way he's gazing at her is a dead giveaway. She feels an immense amount of guilt.

Suddenly she sees a small hallway. There's a wall full of pictures. She stands in front of a particular one. It's of you and her, at age six, both sitting inside of a sandbox at the local playground. She smiled at the memory. Your mothers had set up a play date, hoping you and her would become close friends. Now twenty, she could honestly say that she didn't see you as a close friend much these days. Two years away from one another at a different university in a different state can damage a friendship. Especially when she's in love with you and you're in love with someone else. Goodness she missed being in her home. A tap on her shoulder caused her to spin around.

I n a m o r a t a ?

She stared at you in surprise and all she could manage was,

Hello.

You pulled her into a hug and she clutched onto you, breathing in your scent. For minutes she held on tight before letting go. She took a good look at how much you've changed. You spoke up,

You're probably wondering what I'm doing here. Your mom told me that you were coming back. She's in the living room.

She nodded.

Oh.

You opened your mouth and bit out lowly,

I didn't want to tell you over the phone, and before anyone else says this, I think that I should. Ina, I'm getting married.

Gulping and attempting to rid of the horrid memory, she tries hard to focus on his song. She tries but fails, and when he's finished he stares at her with so much hope that she can't bare to look at him any longer. She knows that it was all for her.

He places the violin back in the case and stands tall, walking over to her. She looks up at him through teary eyes as he bends down on both of his knees. She leans her head closer and he captures her lips. He puts so much passion into it that its too heart wrenching to endure. Releasing her, he takes her arm and presses along it as if he's playing his instrument once more. Stopping, his voice vibrates as he lets out truthful words.

I n a m o r a t a , I love you.

It's like a curse. Her mind screams he sounds so w r o n g , because it will only sound r i g h t , when spoken from the lips she can never k i s s .