Juliet

I sat there looking at Owen.

Just looking.

It was hard to imagine a guy who you thought you really knew ended up being a complete stranger in front of your own eyes.

Oh, trust me it's hard.

I couldn't think of the right way to approach a story of such sorts.

People are not taught how to handle pain. They are taught everything except that.

The predicament are numerous. You don't know if he is telling the truth or a just lying under your bloody nose. Whether this story had such characters present or were they made up. So no, people are not taught how to handle something they have no control over. None whatsoever.

But I can tell you this, you may have heard this from your parents, friends or even grandparents, that you should take things up your stride when you encounter such situations. Like just go with it. Do whatever your gut tells you, that sort of stuff. Or let it be, it will work something out like as if the situation were living.

But that is not how I choose to do this. I prefer physical and verbal action. Oh yes, I do believe in action.

I got up and moved towards the door. I wanted to get out of here but the moment I felt his hand holding my arm I knew he wouldn't let me go without a fight.

So we are doing this.

I took a deep breath and spun around taking his hands off me.

"Owen I think it's time we closed this chapter-" I couldn't even finish when I felt his lips on mine and I felt myself get swallowed into a blissful passion.

I wanted to push him away and tell him to go get a life but no I did not.

Because ...

It's just because.

His hands came around me, stroking and caressing my body. He looked at me, plain and clean.

There was no emotion on his face but it radiated longing and ....was it love ? I wanted to give this a chance. Him a chance. Me a chance.

But would it be worth all the pain and suffering I endured.

Looking back, I realised I had accomplished a lot of things and I also had a very colourful personal life as well.

But Owen had a strange influence on me. I reflected at the times when we used to study together and how his encouragement used to inflame the fire biting me through it's sparks.

But then there are a lot of things I did on my own.

Just me.

When I left Owen, I stood up on my own two feet and tended to my broken heart on my own. I did not need another guy nor did I need to go back pursuing Owen.

I was confused.

Do I want to do this or do I not ?

I took a deep breath. I need to calm down and think in a more balanced sort of manner.

I saw that I froze myself in that kiss.

I froze.

Owen must have felt something for he immediately looked at me.

"What are you thinking ?"

"I...really don't know."

I know what I wanted but should I give away all that just because I pity him ?

I pushed his seeking hands away and responded to him in the most calming tone I could maintain for there was a turmoil storming in me, for I knew of the consequences.

"Owen sit down, if you please." I looked at him, not giving away anything.

He sat, helplessly.

All of sudden I felt more spirited and I pitied him even more.

"Owen I think I cannot get back with you again-" he was about to interrupt but I stopped him.

"Please hear me out. It's important I reason this out for you because I don't feel anything for you. I just don't care what you did or what you will do but all I know that you have been a very rich and constructive part of my life which I appreciate.

I thank you for your explanation and you really don't need to be sorry. It was devious of your wicked brother to do all that especially Susie and for some reason I don't doubt you. But in all truth I must say, yes I loved you once but not anymore.

You should maybe get someone who might be able to...I mean you don't have to listen to what I say about your life. It's your life. Do whatever you want."

With that I picked up the bag and as soon as I started for the door, did I hear his voice.

"I understand each and every word."

I looked back at Owen.

Did he really ?

His own eyes glazed but blank. I nodded my head to him for thanking him for understanding when he came in front of me and pressed his thumb at my wrist.

"But let me be clear when I say what I have understood. What you have just said does not reflect to your tone.

I want you to know that if you leave, you will be leaving me but I have not left. I have not left you. If that is what you want, fine I will give it you as you please.

But I don't believe that you don't feel anything."

He places his have over my thudding heart.

My breath caught a whiff of his smell.

As thought we were thinking the same, he knew I was caught.

"Your heart is running like a wild horse."

He came close and pressed his cheek against my mouth.

"Your breath has quickened."

He moves his lips over my lips and bites it immediately making me sigh with pleasure.

"Your moans."

His lips drag down to my throat and he placed kisses that make me shudder and I feel my chest rising with every breath and kiss he gives.

"Juliet, oh my Juliet. Tell me now the exact things that you wanted. Tell me what you want I will give."

I could not say anything. I can't trust my voice to speak.

"I said tell me !" He roared with such rawness.

"Owen I want ..." I whimpered.

I was merciless. I take back everything I said.

I pity me.

Me.

Just me.

For falling in love with this man standing infront of me .

"Say it sweet Juliet. Just say it to me."

"Touch me Owen. Just touch me once more."

THE END