Not Enough Love

Who one falls in love with has a lot to do with particularities in their natures. Sometimes you’ll find that there are people who are drawn to the dark, a person who has a dangerous persona. Then you’ve got those people who lust for innocence in vain and pick out an angel of a creature, maybe seeming even too good for heaven. But this story isn’t about either of these types of people, for the kind I am going to write to you about are few and far between.

Rebecca smiled a shy smile as he looked at her. She was playing coy, even as Alfs hands ran up her sides, brushing her breasts, to play with her black braids that hung by her shoulders. She was talking about something, and he was looking straight at her, at what looked like a stare that could have had x-ray vision to go through her clothes.

Liz was in the kitchen making a cup of tea and couldn’t help snatching a peek every once in a while at the couple. She found it highly amusing that Rebecca would just ignore him, as if his touching her hair didn’t send trembles all the way to her finger tips. She stiffled a giggle as Rebecca looked at the clock and announced that it was time for him to go.

“I’ll see you later, right?” He asked quietly.

“Yea.” He stepped forward to hug her and she was lifted to the tips of her toes as he pulled her up to him. He walked out the door, and Rebecca walked to the kitchen, a sigh still on the edge of her lips.

“Are you two going out yet?” Liz asked as she dunked the tea bag into the boiling water. Becca grabbed a mug.

“No. Can I have some water?” A look of astonishment crossed Liz’s face, but she wiped it away and nodded.

“Yea. Take the rest.”

Rebecca poured the water and set the tea kettle on the stove again. She got a bag of tea and dropped it into the blue mug.

“Do you like him?” Liz asked curiously, although already knowing the answer.

“Yes…” And Rebecca looked up with imporing brown eyes, and from their depths Liz saw something that had reflected in her own. A desperate need to be and feel loved, and by anyone.

Often Liz had looked in the mirror and seen her green eyes go further than just the color. As if looking at her own soul she had known the pain inside of herself without having felt it, just like Rebecca. There was that same helplessness, that being trapped inside her eyes made her feel.

And that is the rare other persona. The one that has nothing to do with innocence or sin. Rebecca and Liz just wanted to feel love. It didn’t matter who it came from, and those are the most deadly of persona. For to not care who is loving you is far from the proper ability to see.

And maybe that was what made them close…who knows…all I know is that my story goes on. Even as they don’t.