Ivy’s Story Part Two
October 6, 2018
WARNING: The series below may contain images and subject matter that might be disturbing to some readers. [18+]
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All these thoughts swirling in my head…but it’s pointless isn’t it…
Because all I can feel is the cold….
I don’t know why I am obsessed with my toe, or why I have this insane sense of regret. I feel like I should be doing something right now, but I don’t know exactly what. I feel myself slipping into unconsciousness, and yet I am awake and alive…. what is this sensation. I can feel my skin and it feels so different, its wet, and cold, and smells funny. Yet, I feel peaceful and somehow completely aware of myself, like I am floating in a deep and dark abyss and yet I can’t quite shake the feeling that I should be slightly more concerned about this feeling of cold, this smell of rot and the fact that this toe will not stop itching.
I loved him. It was not just the kind of love you feel when you’re a young stupid girl who is writing I HEART XX on your binder at school. I loved him so much I would fucking do anything for him…and I did, didn’t I. But, this is not where it began. It was innocent at first…. I loved him from the moment we met. It was a day like any other, me grabbing my soy latte at Starbucks, and that’s when I met him. I turned around from the counter and there he was, directly behind me. He was tall and slender, with red hair and these deep blue eyes. He was rocking a pair of denim blue jeans and a simple black t-shirt…I don’t remember his shoes…it was his eyes I remember the most. He smiled at me, and I smiled back and for some reason as I stood there at the cream counter adding in two packets of sugar and some half and half, he approached me. I felt like my heart was beating out of my chest. I wanted him to talk to me, I wanted him to ask me my name, I felt dizzy.
“Hello there” he said, his voice as smooth as silk
“Hi”, I squeaked, trying my best to avoid him making me blush
“I don’t usually do this, but um, would you like to have a coffee with me?” he asked, his voice was now a deep resonating sound that seem to feel like I was drawn into him, and yes, yes I wanted that coffee…perhaps even more than just that….but now I am certain, that thinking just about him in that way, was making me blush.
“Ok” was all I could muster
“What’s your name?” he asked, ushering me toward a nearby table.
“Ivy” I replied
“Nice to meet you Ivy” he smiled back at me.