Only the Lonely Lose

“He wanted to sleep inside her lungs and breathe her blood and be smothered. He wanted to her to be a virgin and not a virgin, all at once. He wanted to know her. Intimate secrets-why poetry? Why so Sad? Why the grayness in her eyes? Why so alone? Not lonely, just alone-riding her bike across campus or sitting off by herself in the cafeteria. Even dancing, she danced alone-and it was aloneness that filled him with love. (O’Brien 435).”

The air reeked of alcohol, the intoxicated breaths of young people colliding together over drunken slurs to create one distinct scent. She kept her head low as she made her way through the maze made by the seemingly endless crowd. Full of regrets, she was doing all she could to get out of there, the distraction turning out to be nothing more than a few drinks with people who didn't even know when her birthday was. The song finished abruptly, followed by simultaneous cheering. She kept moving, weaving in and out of people with fierce determination until she walked right into him. She murmured a quick apology and went to continue when the familiarity of the figure in front of her hit. She hesitantly looked up, heart dropping into her stomach at the mere sight of him.

She felt the strength in his arms as he lifted her as if she weighed nothing. His hands gripping her back side as if he wanted to commit every last curve to memory. But it was the kiss that send her mind spinning. She moaned and met his passion with her own, her teeth catching his bottom lip and tugging as her body pressed firmly against his.

He did not want to scare her away. His footfalls are audible in the silent night, reaching out to her, each step bringing them closer together. Their turmoil of emotions rivals a hurricane, fear, fury and rage but most of all love shines in her eyes. Pure adoration is reflected in his. One foot forward, step by step, the space between them ceased to exist. Prowling forward, pushing her backwards into the building and onto the elevator, he corners her. Unnerved, she stands still in disbelief, doubting that he is really here. Staring at his face, his chiseled jaw, the definition in his shoulders, it seemed that wherever he went he had been worked hard. A calloused hand comes up and brushes a strand of hair from her face.

Lauren obeyed, and dug her gloved fingers into his coat, curling her knuckles tight. His arm tightened around her. Uncontrollable shivers raced through her body. Nothing made sense. She wanted her toasty warm apartment. She wanted to forget about

He could feel her next to him, holding tightly onto his hand as they trekked through the quiet city. The sheer beauty invaded every ounce of his being, filling him with a feeling that could only be described as breathtaking, overwhelming joy. Her smile, beautifully illuminated by the lights around them, refused to dull. The world around them seemed to disappear with every small kiss they stole from each

His hand moved to caress her face with light, gentle strokes, his hand glided around to cup the back of her neck. He angled her face to the position he desired, his firm mouth insistent and relentless in his passionate attack on her senses. He licked her sweet lips in slow, luscious strokes savoring the taste of this woman that inflamed his desire beyond reason. His tongue lightly probed the sealed seam of her lips till they parted with a slight sigh with his gentle

……. Lonely is the hunter who, thinking of his prey, leaves his true love’s warm embrace to face the cold winter day. Then, bypassing his greatest foe – a frozen cabin door, he sets out on his endless search, uncertain what he's searching for ……. I remember the first night Lori and I spent in this apartment. Married one week, we moved to Philadelphia, excited about the start of medical school but nervous about living in a big city. On our first night in this apartment, we slept on the wooden floor under a large sleeping bag. When I think back to that night, every sense in my body experiences a Pavlovian response. I can still feel the two of us lying naked together under the sleeping bag, studying the August night through an open window as though we were seeing the moon and stars for the first

It was a beautiful, full moon. The sort of moon that shines down rays of light illuminating the darkened streets. Not a breath of wind stirred in the darkness. The night was warm but the girl felt chilled to the bone. She hurried along; bare feet padding silently through the dark alleyways, hoping her parents wouldn’t catch her out this late. She knew she shouldn’t stay at Max’s house too late but he somehow always talked her into it. She speed walked through the narrow streets, feeling like the old Victorian houses were looking down at her with accusing glares. Yes she thought I am almost there! As she rounded the last corner and saw her house, standing silently along with the others. No lights were on and she couldn’t see ay movement

She tried to hurry herself, but her little stubborn legs and heat prevented her to do so. As she continues to approach to you slowly, she finally made it. Now into your arms, where [D/N] lay her head onto your shoulder. You both walked in the dreadful heat.

Their laughter carried on the wind and the cozy comfort they felt together was evident. She tried to sneak deeper into the fantasy, but there was something holding her to this world—a gentle touch of a hand caressing her cheek and the briefest kiss on her brow. She struggled to wake up wondering if Ray had come after

He sat up and scootched to the edge of his bed, sighing deeply as he considered the course of actions to come. To say the very least, he was excited, though nervous at the same time. It was a very unpleasant mixture of feelings that didn’t boil over well in his stomach, but he supposed he had to suck it up and muster what he’d been praying to do since the end of Summer, when school had started. Getting up now, he maneuvered to his closet and pulled out his jacket, putting it on when suddenly he had caught a folder of papers in his peripheral vision.

Moments later, he returned with a dusty cardboard box in hand. He set it on the table for me to look at. I peered inside the box. Within it was a collection of my mother’s old records. I vividly remember her playing them whenever I was feeling down. On some especially dark nights, we would dance together to the smooth rhythm, slaves to the beat. Now, my father had always disapproved of this, thinking dancing to be too girly, but my mother had a spirit about her, one that made you want to get up and move around, and so we did. We’d dance until we couldn’t feel our feet anymore, falling asleep to the music echoing in our ears. There’s nothing I wanted more than to dance with her one last

​However, the night was far from over. A spotlight focused on a single couple started the next piece. Chiming piano chords echoed almost eerily through the auditorium as the soloist began to move. Soon two other couples joined them with two more coming on from the sides. Enveloped in flowing white and pink gowns five couples glided across the floor. Soft music accompanied graceful chassés and turns. Circle and line formations gave the feeling that even though time moves on there are some memories that can never be forgotten. The couples worked together with precise technique and practiced grace to tell a story of longing love. The dancers dared to remember, as the title insists, the pain of losing love. Expressive arm movements and sections where only the ladies were dancing further advanced this image and shared the emotion with the audience. Balancés and swirling skirts gave the dance a beautiful and almost ephemeral quality. Incredibly touching the dancers’ grace created a nostalgic feeling that was reminiscent of dreams. It was almost as if the audience was

We exit my room, make our way downstairs having to find our parents already started watching The Mountain Between Us, I walk towards the two pairs of best friends and greet them, then giving them a wave of goodbye not disturbing their movie. Xeno and I walk out of my house, “Where to babe?” I ask, emphasising the word ‘babe.’ He just shrugged and started walking, having to make me run a few steps to catch up with him. The night was very nice tonight’ the wind brushed against my skin causing me to shiver slightly, the smell of the night air calming my senses and the light of the moon shining and lighting up the entire neighbourhood. In my peripheral vision, I see Xeno looking at me; I stopped and turn my head to look at him, “Is there something wrong?”