I know I am not passing out and yet the intensity of the moment tips me so close to the edge of oblivion that I feel like I am losing my mind to the intensity. Zane pulls us both down to the floor, he is kneeling behind me and he is thrusting into me at a fast pace that could rip me apart. He hits all the spot inside me and even the ones I didn't know existed and all I can do is roll my eyes to the back of skull and scream. I can no longer moan quietly anymore. It is too much. The rapture of emotions travels straight to my brain and whilst I know that nobody ever died from an orgasm, I genuinely feel like I might. It is too much. Too soon. Too high. Too intense. Zane is breathing harshly behind me. He is also moaning without inhibition, it only makes me wetter, my juices slide down my legs, the sound of our bodies moving against eachother is the most erotic thing ever and I can't get enough. I stretch my hand behind me to hold his thrusting hips, he grabs the hand and pulls me back
"W-whatt?" I stutter. I take a step forward, Zane takes another back. I stare at him, sheer disbelief written clearly on my face. I am so stunned, I actually can't think straight. It feels like the earth is swaying beneath my feet. I can't find my centre of gravity. My fingers tremble when I bring them up to part my hair out of my face. Zane looks at me with a pained expression on his face like he hates that he has to do this now but I asked for it. I pestered him to tell me what was wrong. Except this wasn't what I wanted to hear. No, this wasn't what I ever expected to hear from him. "Zane?" I say his name like a question when he doesn't say anything in reply for too long. I take a small step forward, he doesn't move away this time around. He is looking down, hands on his hips, he still has on his clothes from last night, fitted pant trousers and a white round necked top that is crumpled from my manhandling and his sleep. I wonder if he even realises that he is still putting on his
"I have to protect you even if it kills me. I should have let you go when you wanted us to have a break that night. I acted selfishly, holding onto you. And I know you said I shouldn't, but it is all I can say. I am sorry, Alex. I love you enough to want the best for you even if it tears me apart. You are young. You are promising. And you have incredible potential. I would hate to see all that go to waste because I just couldn't do the right thing. I want to be able to face Daisy without any weak or vulnerable points she can leverage on. I know she won't hurt Luna so we are equal on that end. I have to let you go. It kills me to. But it is what I have to do. It is the only way to protect you. I hope you can look back one day and understand my point of view and forgive me. I love you, Alex and I know you love me too but I am old enough to know that love is not enough." Zane exhales after his long monologue. He exhales like he is letting out all the air in his lungs to make room for me.
I throw up in the car. The driver, who is thankfully a woman turns around, sees me retching miserably and she stops the car. I am a mess. There are tears in my eyes, down my face, snot in my nose, and the thought of what just happened made my empty stomach turn over and suddenly I am leaning to the side, retching bile water and nothing else. My stomach heaves and it hurts so bad, I think I might die. "Hello dear, are you good back there?" The woman asks. She sounds motherly. She is middle aged and dressed fashionably. Probably younger than my mother. She has light makeup on and her mood has been upbeat since the beginning of the ride."No." I whisper weakly. I don't know why I say it. I don't know why I admit it to this stranger but the confirmation slips out of me. I am not okay. I feel like shit. I don't know what to do. Everything hurts. I feel the heartache in my belly. In my knees. In my head. Everywhere. "What is wrong? Should I take you to the hospital? The college one is les
I stare at her blankly. Of course she comes to that conclusion. First she picks me up from that neighborhood with its middle class family residential area air, and I start crying in her car, throwing up and looking like shit, talking about being heartbroken by a man that tells me I am young and would find someone else. Her maternal instincts kick in and she is jumping to conclusions. "Sorry ma'am, please can we start the ride? I have to get to my exam hall in twenty minutes." I say, still avoiding her eyes. When she simply turns around and starts the car without another word, I exhale in relief. The ride continues in awkward silence. I do my best to clean up the throw up on her seats, and I look at the app for tipping options. I open my messenger and Maggie has left me a ton of messages. My eyes blur at the sight of them, I shake my head to discourage the tears. The car stops and I look up, we are right in front of the department building. I glance at my phone, I have about fifteen
Zane POV:It is Friday night when Daisy messages me that she is bringing Luna over for her weekend stay at my place. I almost ask her not to, I want to lie to her that I wasn't around. I didn't want to see her yet. I was still wallowing in my misery, in the past three days since Alex left here with a piece of my heart, I have drank more than I have ever drunk all my life. Things went up a notch of intensity when I realised I could order the booze alongside the pizza. It just went downhill from there and I have been alternating between waking up, hurting, drinking to go back to sleep and then waking up again, the circle is wretched, I feel like a teenager going through his first heartbreak. I have a full face of beard when I drag myself to the bathroom to clean up. This is the cursed aspect of being an adult. A parent. Your heart could be shredding to pieces, your life could feel like a nightmare, everything could be hurting, and you have to push all that aside and plaster a smile on
"Alex and I are no longer together." I say. We are in her car. It is quiet. I know Luna would probably rush out to come ask me why I didn't leave her anything in a few minutes so I want to salvage the short time before she interrupts us to have this conversation with Daisy.I know I vowed never to do this again with Daisy. To never put myself in this position where I have to reason with her and she holds all the power. But it is fair to give her this chance. One last chance. She turns to look at me. I see her face and look in her eyes for the first time in a long while and I notice that she looks tired. I don't know much about Daisy's life apart from me but I know her job as a pediatrician can be exhausting. Coupled with caring for a child for five days a week, it must be tough. I don't know if she is dating. I realise I know nothing about her life. I don't know her. Then I remember Shane. I remember all he said. And I have to swallow the anger rising within me. "What does that have
Alex's POV::As I make my way through the bustling campus, thoughts of giving up plague my mind. The overwhelming desire to simply collapse on the sidewalk and regress to a tantrum-throwing five year old consumes me. But then, in the midst of my turmoil, I spot the elusive building I have been searching for all morning.In my haste to arrive early for my first college class, I had overlooked it just ten minutes ago. But now, as I relinquish my hopes of punctuality, I am able to navigate the school map with a newfound clarity and composure. And there it stands before me.The creative writing department building, four stories tall and unassuming, with its stark white and black facade. A path that many great writers have traveled, and one that I aspire to tread myself.I glance down at my phone to check the time, and in a desperate attempt to make it to class on time, I practically sprint towards the entrance. I am incredibly late.This is the moment I have been anxiously awaiting - my f