The Addiction and the Obsessed.
Addiction is a reverb, a sweet aftertaste that won’t ever leave your palate. That’s exactly who she was. If she wasn’t in Gomez’s life every moment he knew he would lose is mind, that is to say, that he hasn’t already. He had thought hard against falling in love, he had foiled his chances with romance too many times before, using the girls as fodder for his ego, letting the rays of their light shine on him and filter out to everyone else he knew. Alas, this time his world had been taken from him in one fatal swoop. With a whisper in his ear she had caught his attention, seductive and impulsive, illusive and opening. He wanted to know more and know nothing, he begged to have every minute but feared that doing so would ruin their lust. Gomez had her in his heart every moment. Tarred on the inside, chained to the passion, hung out bare for the whole world to see. He wish he could pin point how he had fallen in love, he thought it could have been that first whisper, then he thought of her hands; how they would find an object to attach to, how that object would transcend into her perpetual playful state. It may have been in her eyes. Marble blue, a colour he could place only in a tropical sea, the shots of different shades of her eyes circled, twisted, created shapes that changed with every look. He thought he could go deeper into them, spiritually, every time she turned her face and she would stare, and she would just look at him and not say a word, knowing that he was trying to dig deeper into her subconscious with his glances. How her body swayed to him, her hips dancing as she walked, making him vulnerable, making him weak, creating a craving for Gomez, wanting him to want more.
He knew her for only for a few months until she vanished from his life. He wanted to find her once more, for a true addiction does not die, and Gomez needed his fascination. A letter was left on his bed side table, sealed. He held the letter to his chest, knowing that behind the closed paper doors would hold nothing but bad news for him. He had seen the rapport between them disintegrate for some time. He was just expecting her to leave. A note was something else.
He saw that he was being too impulsive for her. She had called him obsessive the night before. It was a snapping of the heart for him, for her it had been when he wouldn’t leave her be. Not even for a moment. Had she had stepped outside of her house to meet with a girlfriend she had seen him hide in the shadows, lurking, waiting for her to end her conversation. What began had endearing suddenly traced into startlingly eerie behaviour. An addiction had become obsession. His overwhelming urge to know her was creeping into mistrust. He was wearing at her being. The more she thought about all his sweet sobriquets the more she realised he never spoke her name, it was princess, darling, my love, my desire, never Rose. She needed to escape.
Gomez smelt the envelope, it was scentless. A knot in his chest twisted that his love had not enough love left so scent her letter, had he become so blind? Alas, Gomez could not let her go.
Even with the cold hearted escape she had made he wanted to pursue her, convince her she had made a mistake. He knew, that if he saw her in person he could change her mind. From a distance he had felt so helpless, so reliant was he on his own way with words and his seductive tongue he had found himself lost has she had drifted afar. If he could see her at least once, then maybe, he could swoon her once more, convince her of her errors.
Rose had no intention of returning to Gomez. She was strong. Men are naive in love, so much more than woman ever have been, it was easier for her to enjoy the moment without imagining a future, she knew men are beings whose mind can only concentrate on moments of now. It was a sad occasion for her. Although she knew the day may come when she had to leave town she didn’t want to leave her friends, but knew, that if she didn’t he would plague her like a disease. They were bad for each other. Viruses; she, an addiction to him, he an infection for her, something that felt welcomed but destined to perish under the hardened grip of love.
On a bridge overlooking a lake he saw her. They caught each other’s looks, and on reflex he went to talk to her. He stopped dead in his tracks as he did. The girl, his addiction, was with another man. They seemed in love.
Rose upon seeing Gomez lurking upon the bridge took hold of her new boyfriend, and walked away, turning her back on someone she cared about, but someone, if she ever let in her life again, would only leach her happiness away. She was unsure if this man would last forever, but she knew, he would never be an addiction, at least not for her.
He knew her for only for a few months until she vanished from his life. He wanted to find her once more, for a true addiction does not die, and Gomez needed his fascination. A letter was left on his bed side table, sealed. He held the letter to his chest, knowing that behind the closed paper doors would hold nothing but bad news for him. He had seen the rapport between them disintegrate for some time. He was just expecting her to leave. A note was something else.
He saw that he was being too impulsive for her. She had called him obsessive the night before. It was a snapping of the heart for him, for her it had been when he wouldn’t leave her be. Not even for a moment. Had she had stepped outside of her house to meet with a girlfriend she had seen him hide in the shadows, lurking, waiting for her to end her conversation. What began had endearing suddenly traced into startlingly eerie behaviour. An addiction had become obsession. His overwhelming urge to know her was creeping into mistrust. He was wearing at her being. The more she thought about all his sweet sobriquets the more she realised he never spoke her name, it was princess, darling, my love, my desire, never Rose. She needed to escape.
Gomez smelt the envelope, it was scentless. A knot in his chest twisted that his love had not enough love left so scent her letter, had he become so blind? Alas, Gomez could not let her go.
Even with the cold hearted escape she had made he wanted to pursue her, convince her she had made a mistake. He knew, that if he saw her in person he could change her mind. From a distance he had felt so helpless, so reliant was he on his own way with words and his seductive tongue he had found himself lost has she had drifted afar. If he could see her at least once, then maybe, he could swoon her once more, convince her of her errors.
Rose had no intention of returning to Gomez. She was strong. Men are naive in love, so much more than woman ever have been, it was easier for her to enjoy the moment without imagining a future, she knew men are beings whose mind can only concentrate on moments of now. It was a sad occasion for her. Although she knew the day may come when she had to leave town she didn’t want to leave her friends, but knew, that if she didn’t he would plague her like a disease. They were bad for each other. Viruses; she, an addiction to him, he an infection for her, something that felt welcomed but destined to perish under the hardened grip of love.
On a bridge overlooking a lake he saw her. They caught each other’s looks, and on reflex he went to talk to her. He stopped dead in his tracks as he did. The girl, his addiction, was with another man. They seemed in love.
Rose upon seeing Gomez lurking upon the bridge took hold of her new boyfriend, and walked away, turning her back on someone she cared about, but someone, if she ever let in her life again, would only leach her happiness away. She was unsure if this man would last forever, but she knew, he would never be an addiction, at least not for her.
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