Tantalizing Tales#49 You're afraid of love, afraid that once it consumes you, you won't be able to turn away from it. Yes, one cannot love with the same intensity once the heart's broken. But you'll crave love, maybe not like an addict but sometimes you'll feel alone. And sometimes, love will drizzle on your windows; the leftover lust from the night before.
12 floors from the ground-
A boy bit his nails in anticipation as his favorite hero battled a dragon.
12 floors below-
A boy bit his nails in futile hopes of taming the dragon spewing violent acid within his belly.
Contrast blazed in the fire.
They were almost on the verge of completing six months of living together coupled with being in a relationship and on one such fateful night, she was en-route to her mother’s place when halfway through her journey she realized, she’d forgotten an important gift she purchased for her mother weeks ago. On reaching the apartment where they both resided, she found it was locked from the inside. Margaret called an umpteen number of times before her knock took the form of banging, suddenly the door swung open and there ‘her Ben’ stood, stark naked with a particular dominatrix at his feet begging for mercy. Clad in the symbolic latex, she was badly bleeding from her nose and mouth, terrified of the suddenness of events.
Margaret gasped putting her right hand on her mouth and looked at Ben, ‘her Ben’.