After spending the majority of the evening with Jason in her apartment, Alana finally climbed into bed and curled up against her pillows. The thoughts that had been finally relieved of their corners in the brain were too much for her to handle, too much for her to comprehend. She allowed her mind to wander away from the night and into other places.
The evening wind breezed through her thick black hair, as the approaching night gently carressed her shoulders and back. Her long tanned legs wrapped around the thick dark body under her as Alana leaned down urging her forward. From over the dune she could see him standing there with his kind loving eyes beckoning her home. As she urged Amani to move faster, her father's figure seemed to fall backwards into the sand. Alana dug her bare heels deeper into Amani's sides begging her to reach the fading figure before he disappeared. Orange flames flicked up into the air and laughter filled Alana's ears. A group of dark horses and their masters took flight into the distant dunes of her beloved desert. Her small tribe flooded in flames, some of the houses beginning to burn out some still roaring. Amani raced on through the lightening sand and came to a halt at the base of dancing flames consuming the final home Alana's family lived in. She saw their small hands pounding on the window she couldn't break as they were being burned alive. Her hands throbbed as she banged on the window. She listened to their tiny voices cry out to her for help. Then the hands stopped pounding and slipped down the glass in their last movements. Alana raised her head to the dark starry sky and screamed in anguish.
The scream jolted Alana from her nightmare. She was sweating and tears flooded from her eyes and down her face. Her entire body shook with anger and fright. Alana pulled the blankets closer to her face covering her entire body and brought her knees to her chest. The faces she saw in her nightmare had been so distorted in pain, she hadn't seen them since that night. Alana had forgotten the small hands and their screeching.
"My past is haunting me everywhere I go! Am I not allowed to be happy? Is that it?" Her brain screamed at whatever force controlled the universe.
Some hours later she fell out of bed. In the dead of night she climbed the remaining flights of stairs that seperated her from the roof. She let the still wet air seep into her skin.
"Rain is on it's way."
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The wind was whipping past Jason, lashing his skin wherever it was exposed, but he didn’t care. He was too full of thoughts and emotions, too full of love for Alana. He had finally found someone he could completely trust and love and hoped could love him - even with all his imperfections. He wanted to go to her, to hold her, and to be close. He would do anything for her. He turned into the garage and ran through the lobby, bypassing the elevator, so as to reach 315 as quickly as possible. When he reached her floor, Jason saw Alana just opening her door to go inside. He called to her, and she stopped
Jason ran up to Alana and held her in a long, passionate embrace, not wanting to break away. At first she looked unsure of what to do and a little shocked, but eventually hugged Jason back. He was glad that at least up to this point their feelings were mutual, but he wondered how far he dared go. He pulled away to look into her beautiful brown eyes. His heart was racing at what he was about to do. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers in a gentle kiss.
“Can I come in? I need to talk,” Jason whispered into her ear.
“Sure,” replied Alana.
Jason followed Alana into her apartment. Once inside, Jason fell down on her couch with Alana sitting next to him. Jason put his head into his hands and began to tell her everything. His feelings for her, what had happened to him in the past, and what he feared might never happen again. “Why am I doing this? Why did I want to tell her everything? Won’t I just get hurt again?” All of these thoughts and more were passing through his mind during this time. Jason didn’t really know why he felt he should do this, but he hoped she felt the same way he did. There was just something about her that was different from all the others. Something about her that made him love her so much.
After he finished his story, they were both quiet just looking at each other. They were close, almost touching. Jason wanted to kiss her, but was afraid she wouldn’t want to. Never mind the fact that he had never been able to make the first move. Then it happened. She slowly leaned over and they kissed for a long moment, but then she pulled away. Jason’s heart was racing, he didn’t know what to do. He wanted to kiss her back. He wanted to hold her in his arms, but he could only sit there and look into at her deep eyes and eloquent lips. After several minutes, his heart and mind racing, not knowing what to do or how to feel, he finally decided to do it. He leaned over and kissed her lips long and passionately, enjoying her smell and taste. They kissed for several minutes and gently brushed against each other’s noses like two affectionate young puppies meeting for the first time.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity, which Jason could only have hoped for, they pulled away. Jason and Alana spent the rest of the night together in her apartment where they ate and talked about life and their past experiences. Jason was happy that for once he could finally open himself and not have to worry about being betrayed.
Just between you and me, I think Jason might get jilted in the end. It's his fate.
Well, I've gotten bored waiting for you to post so I posted my last blog. Take a look if you want.
Sorry I was going to post it, but I need a picture to put up, so it's not complete yet. If you check Saturday morning before leaving, it will be up because I've already written it. I just need the picture.
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