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Carmine Lips: caramel skin # 9
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Previously
That morning when I came home I locked myself on my bedroom. I didn’t want to face Alice. I didn’t want to face the light of day that took her from me.
The next morning, after I slept lulled by sadness, like many nights more following our collision, I woke up looking for her. It seemed natural to my soul and body, to find her by my side.
I am truly lying. Did I wake up? I just couldn’t find sleep. I have this woman crossed, traversed between my palpebras. If I could I would have told her to leave me, to go away…But I have this woman crossed, traversed in my throat.
“What are doing here without her, Christina?” They, my soul and body are extremely insistent. And all of me was convinced from the potent idea that resides inside the question. As I said, my soul and body were extremely demanding and my mind yielded without too much effort. “What am I doing outside of her?”
I didn’t say anything to Alice, that was killing her. Since that night she kept saying the same thing:
“Tina Kennard, who or what did this to you?”
My answer was silence.
I was not ready.
I was trying hard to pretend that nothing happened.
I could go shopping. Buy some clothes. Go to the movies, to the theater, to some party. I could take a deep breath and tell myself the past already began. Still… Bette would be there.
Alice was worried.
“Tell me Tina”, I recall… “What happened, Chris? Are you hurt? Has he hurt you? Please, tell me darling…Let me help you!”
How could I say what happened to Alice. If I mentioned her name I knew… I knew I would brought that gale all over again.
Shane.
Alice talked to Shane as soon as she got from her trip.
But, still, I didn’t say anything. I was forcing myself to get used to. Loneliness is something everybody gets used to….You…Me… It’s like that certain pain you carry without complain. That emptiness that fulfilled moments of the day. The yearns that couldn’t be satisfied at night. That memory that chastised us, that whipped us inclemently, but also that purified us.
I went to class. I studied. I slept. I woke up .I talked. I chatted. But it was not Tina. And Alice knew something had happened. My loneliness was followed by her.
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*jaw drop* You can’t stop there! What happens next? Bette obviously can’t stop thinking about her.. Braz, what are you doing to us? ;-) Post soon, amigo. X
just plain cruel you are
Okay that didn’t help any. lol
:: Shaking head:: Braz, Braz, oh WHY Braz!!! How dare you leave off right here,umm that’s just mean!!!! Come on Braz,Bette can’t stop thinking about T, I wanna know what happens next.GRRRRRR!!!! Thanx for posting babe, PPS!!!!
Ahh Braz, just AS sweet the second time around reading it. Mm-mmmm…this is gripping. Post soon my dear. * wink *
Braz… I realized that you are from Brazil…like me I must say! I from São Paulo dear… I just comment in english because I thought would be rude to write in a language that just the 2 of us understand…Anyway… I was hoping you’re from SP too that way I’ll ask you to have a “dream” with me…: ) I loved your post and hope to see more soon!Have a nice Sunday night!
Wow, that was pretty eye popping. Post soon.
BRAZ this chapter was incredible, I loved how you had Tina explain what she felt with Bette to both Al and Shane and then to recieve a gift from Bette a clock with that note,perfect Braz.
You’re just killin’ me here, Braz. I think you may be enjoying torturing your dedicated readers!!
Wow…beautiful writting.Please please post soon. Thanks
Damn that was so good and killing us here lol. Please get them together, is sad to see them like this. Please post more, thanks!
I hate cliffys. They should be illegal. Come on be kind, I wanna know what’s next!
well, that was beautiful, as always, but more bitter than bittersweet… where did Bette go ? did she leave without adress ??please, keep posting… Oh, by the way, I loved your photos, and also the music (I just LOVE Madredeus !!) : what are the cats names ? they look very much like Yin and Yang to me, don’t you think ;-) – as for my alpha-ness ?… yes, I admit I appear to be so, when in the depth of my heart I would SOOOO Love someone else to take the lead, and I would just have to follow… ;-) but people around me always keep asking for my decisions and wishes… I just hate it… but I can’t help it… and old habits are difficult to fight……… and who, do you think, would be the Alpha : the one who reads a story, even if it’s heartbreaking, or the one who just keeps writing the heartbreaking story, and torturing her readers, hmmm ? LMAO
Wow… Great… PPS
ok they need to talk bette rocks
Dear Braz, I waited so long to comment this very beautiful story of yours and the reason simply that I haved too much to say and it wasn’t easy to resume it in few lines… So let me just express for now how much I LOVE it, deeply love it, as well as I particularly admire the elegance of your writing style through all these pretty intoxicating and heartbreaking chapters – pure jewels, for me. You just achieved what is, according to my own standards, the epithome of NC-17’s stuff : a giddy mix of sensuality and feelings. That’s exactly what I feel the most exciting in this kind of scenes : no casual fuck but true lovemaking – tender or/and passionate. Quite unforgettable too, dear so talented author ! ^_^ God, I was SO desapointed to not see your name in the Cold Shower Award’s nominations… If any virtual award from across the Sea can please you, here’s mine, from the bottom of my grateful reader’s heart ! For the rest of what I’d like to express about this great story, just wait for the PM I’m concocting, ma brésilienne préférée ! (… excuse my French, Miss ! *wink & grin*) Very fondly – A.