Another Two In-love.
‘Fuck, I hate that…’
‘That what?’ Lily cut Wood off.
Wood, 23, skinny blonde and handsome was indeed in pain and he knew that a fight at half 12 in the morning wasn’t a great idea. Lily had the high ground, she’d walked in two hours earlier with a front-row view of Wood’s neighbour Sina in bed next to him.
On trial for hours, Wood and Lily jousted about the effects of passion and pain. He, defending an honour scarred by an increasingly negligible girlfriend. She, attacking with the moral argument of the ultimate betrayal. A line she’d grown partial to as the big hand fell and rose past each minute.
‘WORD, I HATE THAT FUCKING WORD IS WHAT’ Wood stabbed the final inditement but only caught flesh. The reaction seemed to feed Lily.
High school was the beginning for them, and they hadn’t grown in love, but more grown in-tolerance. It happens. Most people around them who had been highschool sweethearts were too young to know love in its axiom. Passion blinds and lust deafens. Wood and Lily’s parents, hippies for the former and conservatives for the latter made sure to make sure they would understand growing is changing.
This argument however was completely made up. The cheating and neglect were true, but both didn’t know each other's feelings in truth. Wood had been standing in front of his mirror, preparing for the impending clash. He’d made his mind up, today he would tell her that he was in fact unfaithful and drifting from love.
A knock at the door shook Wood from the mirror. The stairs, 18 steps, felt like 300. The door was within reach but it took just a little extra effort to grab the handle. He turned the knob and Lily was revealed. Her eyes seemed bigger, and standing at just 5"3' she somehow looked even smaller. Her brown curly hair and soft features were familiar. Passion started to blur his vision and the smell of her, the girlish perfume and sweet mango shampoo floating from her was — calming.
The commonality of human existence reached over Wood, it grabbed his voice.
‘I have something to tell you.’ He forced.
The concern in the pools of her eyes was unbearable. He said without conviction, without play and most importantly without truth…
‘I love you.’
The door shut behind them as they made another lap around the circle of love.
