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The Darkness of Candy's Room
Date: 1/13/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: gilrenard, Rating: 23, Source: LushStories
lowered his head, clenched his fists and stepped out of her bedroom. “I’m not her,” she softly sobbed to him. She had lost count at how many times she tried to say that to him. But somehow couldn’t get the words out. The thought of hurting him tortured her. He turned to look at her but couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes. “I know,” he replied and walked away. He lit up a cigarette when he was in his car and stared at her window high above him. The rain and wind was still playing the same eerie melody on his car. Secretly he was hoping he wouldn’t see her window light up from the spark and flame of her lighter. He took a long drag of his smoke, and prepared himself for the inevitable flash of a spark, and the dancing, flickering flame, to tell him she was taking another hit. To tell him that she was one more high closer to her last. Her window remained dark. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a street light reflected off the smudged glass of the front door of her apartment. He turned to see who was leaving or entering the building. It was her. She had a blanket draped over her slender shoulders. It covered only half of her beautiful, naked body. She stood motionless for a brief instant on the dirty curb of the sidewalk. She smiled when their eyes met, and stepped on to the shiny, black ... pavement. Her bare feet splashed the water up around her ankles with each step. The droplets of water caught the light of the street lights and sparkled like diamonds in midair for a brief instant. He smiled; it looked like she was walking on water to get to him. She made her way to his car through the silent, gloomy darkness. He unlocked the passenger door for her. She opened the car door and squinted when the interior lit up. She slid in to the seat and closed the door. He removed the key to her apartment from his key chain and handed it to her. She took it, rolled down her window, and let the key slip effortlessly from her fingers on to the road. The engine of his car roared through the quiet, still of night, as they left behind a time and place where souls get sucked in to a void. A place where any proof that you once might have existed is erased forever. A place where no matter how few your happy memories were, they didn’t mean a thing. The angry roar of his engine echoed and boomed through the cold, empty, lifeless street. A thunderous testament to the living proof that chains can be broken. That broken hearts and souls can be mended. That two lost souls can find solace, comfort, forgiveness, and finally, love again. She nestled up close to him, rested her head on his shoulder and shut her eyes.