Love Story

The cold air raced like horses across their cherry-red cheeks. Her warm breath ran down his pounding chest. They both were seated on the cold, hard ground; it was december. The trees around them were stripped naked. She shivered when his warm hands ran down her sides and clasped on her beautifully shaped hips. The warm, moist lips danced witch each other as the hands of the male ran up her soft cheeks. They slowly stopped kissing; when their lips came apart they started missing each other.
- I love you, so much. I will never let you go. You know that, right?
The female slowly nodded. The inspiration of the night collapsed; her father got closer and closer. She got apprehensive in a matter of seconds, he looked at her and her eyes closed. She wished that she could at least touch his skin again, The ground turned around when her dad pulled her in a standing position by her curly hair. Her eyes drowned in tears, she knew that would happen but she never thought she'd have to leave so fast. He sat there, knowing it would be pointless to strike against her father. He felt helpless, powerless. The echo of her voice was still running through his head, he closed his eyes wanting to forget where he is and who he is. She cried out, wanting to see his face again. Her father pulled her now by her shoulders without being able to stand in a normal position. Blood thirsty, he stared at the male until he opened his eyes. The coldness of her father's hands drenched in the sorrow of her loved one; the power of her father's fist stroke against his chest. She was looking at the scene feeling like she's drifting in the air, her heart was pounding in her chest and breaking her ribs. The scene broke into tiny pieces, circles painted under her small feet like the gravity stopped existing for a matter a seconds. The old man although filled with alcohol running through his cold blood took his daughter by her beautiful hair and pulled her to the gloomy, rotten house. The male, left alone to deal with, although he pressed letters to his lips and cherished them with parts in him the severed every kiss, he could still not understand why she never ran away. Maybe she never got a chance, maybe her father locks her with his disfigured keys he always hangs on his neck that rot like old roses on his big chest. He knew that she was afraid, afraid of her father and all of the dark secrets he hides from everyone, but she was never planning to run away. She was never strong enough.