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April 12th, 2010

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08:41 pm - LJ Idol Home Game - Token
I stared into the darkness.

It was 3:49am and I felt soaked from night sweat. I wiped my bangs away from my forehead, which felt mounted on. Exposing my eyes made me realize he had been awake too, and we made contact.

I noticed sweat on his face by his eyes; I wondered it was tears knowing he was looking at me in the middle of the night for almost the last time.

He broke the silence. "Are you thirsty"?

"Yeah, let’s go". My nightmare was quite dehydrating.

Side by side we practically slept-walked into the kitchen and felt the cool floor impact our bare sweltered feet. He poured juice into two glasses, and we drank them simultaneously.

The drink felt tangy on my tongue. I closed my eyes and savored the energizing dance of sparkling pomegranate, mouth-watering apple, charged with a sugary after-taste. I swallowed and appreciated the cooling sensation as it traveled through me.

I felt the familiar awkward silence, so I leaned against the counter and let my mind wander. We all get anomalous feelings in our bodies, many which aren’t typically discussed with other people. Such as the fluttering of the eyelid when one is tired, an ache in the shin when it is about to rain, the relief after a blister is popped, or the nasty coating that covers teeth after enjoying candy. These feelings sit in our private thoughts until someone else shares that it happens to them too, and in that split moment a bond is shared; one that reconnects in the future when the feeling comes back.

My thoughts were interrupted when he spoke.

He asked Do you ever get that feeling in your body when you drink a cold drink, and feel the cool rush travel down your throat and hit your stomach?

I trembled. "Actually, I do".

I finished my juice and placed the empty glass back on the counter. When I turned around, we made eye contact a second time.

At that moment, I felt an odd bond. I loved his throat. I loved his esophagus that pushed the juice down into his stomach. I loved how the organs of his body worked to provide him with the nourishment needed to make him function, as it caused his legs to shiver, the exact same time I did. For the very last time, I loved him. I loved every cell, every atom that made up every organ in his body.

Then as another year crept by I slowly allowed our memories to fade, as it was the healthy thing to do. However, as much as one can forget, little pieces of information one has been given can come back to disturb.

Sort of like when I just had my orange juice. It tasted sweet and luscious going in, but it was cooling as it traveled down my throat, and put a frost into my stomach. That bond suddenly reconnected, and I recalled the last time I loved him.

Out of all the tastes, bitterness is known to be the most sensitive as it is repulsive and abrupt.

It is funny how the sweetest orange juice can quickly turn so bitter.
Current Mood: okayokay
Current Music: Grizzly Bear - All We Ask

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Date:April 13th, 2010 05:10 am (UTC)
I wasn't sure where this was going but...chills.
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Date:April 13th, 2010 04:52 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Did you get it on the end?

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