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Created on 5-18-08

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"Do you want to kiss me?" she asked him. He looked at her "What?" she was drunk but he could feel his heart already beating faster and faster as if his body had run to near exhaustion. He was surprised she couldn't hear it. She repeated the words with more force. "Do you want to kiss me". His mind was racing, hundreds of thoughts going through his mind. He could feel reason taking over his mouth forming the words he was supposed to say. All the while. His soul, his very essence screamed at him to say "YES!" To take her milky white hands in his. To kiss her crimson lips. His blood boiled to say yes. His heart ached to do it. His soul believing that God would stop time to let him live the one perfect moment. NO! NO! NO! He knew it wouldn't happen. He wouldn't hurt her like everyone else, he wouldn't do it, he couldn't do it because that would be to much for him to have something so simple as a kiss, something so innocent, so perfect, turn into a moment of regret. He couldn't do it. No he wouldn't do it. He looked back at her to give her his answer, he started to talk and before the first word formed it was cut off by what he saw, she had passed out, which was good, it spared him from having to confront her question with an answer. He drove her home and put her on her couch took a long look at her as she lay there sleeping. How perfect she is he thought in his mind. He drove home. Tonight would be full of nightmares. He knew it. His mind wouldn't allow him to sleep. He pulled up to his home. To tired do anything but sleep he quickly went in to his bedroom and got the vile, the little orange one that was calling to him.. Pills that promised to give him sleep without dreams, without nightmares. If he took enough of them they promised to take away all his pain too. He held the vile for a very long time. Thinking of it. How wonderful the idea that a simple pill could end the pain, terror, and pointlessness of life. That these tiny little things could make everything better could end his suffering. He held the vile for the longest time, savoring it's feel and the thought of it's beautiful gift. Then he laid the vile down without even opening it. No, not now, he said in a voice as if talking to a lover. He stroked the vile and headed to his bed. Sleep, so close to what he wanted but so far from the freedom. He sighed and stripped out of his cloths. So heavy as if they had soaked up his depression. It didn't matter though, the decision was made he would endure. He would endure it all, the pain he suffered and the pain of knowing how lucky others truly were and not even knowing it. That also created an emotion in him. One close to pain but instead of the regular aching in his heart and limps this one created so much more. It created fire, hatred loathing. Others having no idea what they had or how to appreciate it. Maybe he would make them, Maybe that would relieve the pain and anger. Maybe. But for now he would sleep and endure, at least for a little while longer.

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On July 10th 2008 onaipwolf Said :

	I like it. Well-written, though it gets a little stilted when he's driving around.

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