Red String

chapter twenty.

He kisses my tattoo. 

Through love, all is possible. 

He finally reaches to my kitty, I grab his hair when he starts eating me, I am relaxed, I have no pain, I am finally free from all sorrow and pressure I put into myself, and it is just beginning. 

I am freeing myself from Jonathan today, from tomorrow we will not be included in each other's lives. 

I moan so hard when he gives me pleasure, as always, he puts his dick in me before I cum, and then he is fucking me, slowly, he looks deep into my eyes. 

I love his blues. 

He kisses me. I want him more, more and more. I scratch his back with my nails. We both get orgasm together, then he pulls out. 

We are both sweaty. He puts his head to my chest. 

"I will miss this."

"Miss what?My titties?"

"No, laying on your chest."

I am stroking his hair, I will miss his curls. 

We stand silent with no words for few minutes, he kisses me. 

Kisses turn into makeout session. 

He gets hard again. 

Now it is my turn to eat him out. 

I get on top of him, I kiss his chest, then I go down, and touch his penis. Then I start to kiss his penis, and lick it, slowly, then I start to suck him off. He grabs my hair, I look at his eyes, he is moaning, after few minutes,he comes into my mouth, I swallow. 

He kisses me by my neck, takes me to shower, cleans me out. We stand in the shower together, we hold eachother. 

Then we go to bed, he brushes my hair, dries it. 

Then we hold each other again in the bed, we are half naked. 

"Do you want me to go?"he askes.

"I want you to stay more than anything, but you should go, we should not cross in each other's lives again."I say.

"Fair."

"But, can you stay a bit, and then leave when I am asleep? I do not think I can take it if you leave me in front of my eyes."

"Of course." he says.

"And, I have your chain. You forgot it in my car." he says.

"Oh, I did not even notice."

My name was embedded on that chain, even though it was very cheap, it was part of me. Just like my colorful tinsels on my dark, thick, long hair. 

"Can I keep it?" he asks. 

"Yes." I say. I start crumbling again. 

"Go to sleep, Sarah."he says and holds my hand.

I think he is crying too. 

"I do not want to.It will be morning and you will be gone from my life, like you never existed. I hate it, I hate the fact that we have to leave each other because we are dumb and young."

"Sarah, do you know the red string theory?"he asks.

"I know."

"The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break." we say at the same time. 

He kisses me again.

"We will always be tied together somehow. I will always be your side, even if you do not feel it."

"Do not say that, I will not be able to move on, please."

"Just trust in yourself, you are the strongest woman I have ever met. Due to all the mess you had, you continued to live. But, sometimes it is hard to do the right thing." he says. 

Sometimes it is hard to do the right thing. 

A sentence I used a decade ago. 

He was right. 

I kiss him. He is wiping away my tears. 

I close my eyes slowly, I will miss how he smells. 

"You smell like an angel." he says and cries. 

I do not say anything. I hold his hand tighter.

"Sweet dreams." He says. 

In the morning, he is gone already.