Temtation

• Carla Montanaro, Grade 9
• Short Story
• 2009

I stand before him.
Shocked at the proximity between us, a feeling of intensity fills the room.
His thick golden hair falls in front of his impossibly blue eyes.
Lips quivering only inches from mine.
One touch,
one more move and
I feel I could
die.

If his warm, lethal lips even brush against mine, the poison
from his could find a way
in,
sinking into every vein and
cell of my body
until my heart
stops.


He takes another step towards me;
this is way beyond our boundary.
My feet touch his.
He locks his strong hands around me,
pulling me closer
to him.
The temptation is killing him,
I can see it in his eyes.
I know that all he desires
is to lock his lips onto mine
and leave them there forever.
There can be no chance of that,
can there?

I should be scared,
terrified,
but Im’ not.
I have no idea what he really is.
Definitely not human, not a monster.
but I love him.
And here he is right in front of me,
just like I’ve always dreamt.

Gently he unlocks one hand
and positions it
lightly on my cheek.
I shiver,
this feeling is unbearable, this feeling to want something so much.
I pause,
suddenly I do not care what happens next.
This is all I want,
I want the glorious feeling of his lips on mine,
the adrenaline to over power me
and the butterflies in my stomach to flutter more.

He slides his hand down my cheek
onto my chin
lifting it so I can stare at him.
Finally he leans into me,
his lips
hovering just millimetres from mine.
It is my move now.
I lean
in towards him.
Lips
Brushing onto his
It’s glorious, I want more
But I can feel it.

The poison in me.
I do not hold back though, time is too
Precious

It spreads
Fast.

I grab a hold of him, as tightly as I can,
trying to kiss him again.
He holds back

his eyes, full of regret
and hatred for what he has just
done

Liquid ice creeps through my body.
Dizziness overcomes me.
I grab on to his jumper
trying to keep my self from falling.
“Forgive me”
he whispers in my ear

I stare at his blue, mesmerizing eyes
suddenly letting go of his arm,
falling,
him trying to reach out to catch me,
save me
anything.

No use.
In an instant he is kneeling next to me
wrapping his hands around my head
repeating the words
“Forgive me”
over
and over

I so badly want to tell him that it is ok
but I can’t
and everything is not
ok

he grabs me
holding me against his firm chest
his tears running down my face.
I can feel his sadness,
his regret,
his agony
but looking at him now his face full or worry
and pain
deap down I know
I would
do it
all
the
same.