I've been writing it for a while but stopped because of school. I want to continue it, but need motivation/ constructive critism since i'm not so sure if its good :\ I haven't shared it with my family yet (cuz its sort of not what i usually write). sorry if its kind of long...
Soul Mate's Curse
“Sara, I don’t think we should do this,” I pleaded, but really, I wanted to do it…so badly. But in the back of my mind I knew she would regret it. I would also regret it, because then I’ll live for an eternity knowing she will be unhappy just as long.
“Why not? All our other friends say if we do it that means we will be a real couple. Don’t you want to be a real couple?” Sara asks, leaning forward, her chest gently against mine. I gulped. If that were true, would they have broken up a few weeks after?
“Why don’t we wait? I mean, we’re only fourteen and…” Her mouth was suddenly on mine, her arms swung over my neck, holding tightly as if her life depended on it. She didn’t want me to finish. I knew I should have resisted. I knew this would all end badly, with her tears, and her wanting her free will…but…hormones pushed in. I kissed her back, my fingers caressing the outline of her back until I reached the edge of her shirt and pulled it off. She smiled, as I was enticed. She knew she had me around her little finger as she licked my fingers as I fuddled with the zipper.
Stop.
I can’t.
You’ll be fourteen forever if you go through with this.
I know.
She’ll be fourteen forever if you go through with this.
An imaged appeared, Sara tilting her head to look at me with her hand behind her back. We were at the park, walking around. She suddenly stopped and I remember staring at her in awed as she spoke. “I want to be an actress when I get older. I’ll be really pretty and admired by everyone.”
Her voice echoed in my head now, filled with confidence, as I realized again that Sara and I are actually in my room, the bed messed up by our scrambling.
Will you give up her dream?
She can still be an actress.
The tabloids. How would she answer to the questions on why she isn’t aging?
It’s okay. We love each other.
So did your mom and dad.
“Stop!” I yelled. Sara was on top of me, her bra strap hanging off of her shoulder. Her eyes showed bewilderment as she suddenly went off me. I looked down, and somehow, my shirt was also off. When did that happen?
“What’s wrong Edward?” She asked, pressing her cool hand against my cheek. “Did I do something wrong?” I looked into her green eyes. It was filled with sincerity and worry. She really does care for me and she really wants this. But…
I placed my hand on top of hers. It covered her hand completely, her hands becoming warm with the touch. I continued to look at her, taking in every expression. Her eyebrows came together in confusion; her lips pouted out; her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement; her shivers from my touch. I took in all of it and quickly looked away. “Sara…I don’t think this is…right. Let’s stop before it gets too far.” I was glad I was turned away as I heard her sigh and felt the bed’s pressure decrease as she went off the bed. I turned back to face her as she put her shirt back on. She wouldn’t look at me. “It’s just we’re still young! Do we really need to do this to prove my love to you? You know I love you, right?” I reached for her hand. I was lying, sort of. I love her, I truly love her…but the “we’re still young”? That was a lie. That didn’t matter to me. I wanted her, and I didn’t want her to freak out if I told her the truth on why we can’t do this.
I swung her arm slightly as I held her hand. She sighed again and sat down on the bed, fully dressed. “I know. I love you too.” I smiled. She understands. “But, we won’t have time to be together like this. I’m moving. Who knows what will happen when I leave you alone? You’re too cute to leave you by yourself. What if some girl comes and takes you away? I can’t handle that. I want to leave knowing you’ll be mine,” Sara explains, her voice low and quivering. I looked at her, my eyes getting moist. But what can I do? I don’t want to hurt her like this. How can I tell her that if we have sex, we would be monsters?
I grabbed her shoulders, making sure she faces me. “Look at me. My love for you will last forever. And I promise you, if you and I still feel the same way once we get famous with my photography and your acting,” I smiled. She did too as she understood where I was getting at. “Then…we can do it.” She smiled, her face looking from pissed and sad to happy and giggly. She hugged me tightly as I pat her head.
“Really? You promise? We’ll be a really famous couple, you know?” She said, hugging me tightly as we lay on my bed. I continued to pet her, smelling her strawberry shampoo on her blond hair. I just nodded in her hair.
And that was the last time I saw her. That night she moved to New York while I stayed i
Soul Mate's Curse
“Sara, I don’t think we should do this,” I pleaded, but really, I wanted to do it…so badly. But in the back of my mind I knew she would regret it. I would also regret it, because then I’ll live for an eternity knowing she will be unhappy just as long.
“Why not? All our other friends say if we do it that means we will be a real couple. Don’t you want to be a real couple?” Sara asks, leaning forward, her chest gently against mine. I gulped. If that were true, would they have broken up a few weeks after?
“Why don’t we wait? I mean, we’re only fourteen and…” Her mouth was suddenly on mine, her arms swung over my neck, holding tightly as if her life depended on it. She didn’t want me to finish. I knew I should have resisted. I knew this would all end badly, with her tears, and her wanting her free will…but…hormones pushed in. I kissed her back, my fingers caressing the outline of her back until I reached the edge of her shirt and pulled it off. She smiled, as I was enticed. She knew she had me around her little finger as she licked my fingers as I fuddled with the zipper.
Stop.
I can’t.
You’ll be fourteen forever if you go through with this.
I know.
She’ll be fourteen forever if you go through with this.
An imaged appeared, Sara tilting her head to look at me with her hand behind her back. We were at the park, walking around. She suddenly stopped and I remember staring at her in awed as she spoke. “I want to be an actress when I get older. I’ll be really pretty and admired by everyone.”
Her voice echoed in my head now, filled with confidence, as I realized again that Sara and I are actually in my room, the bed messed up by our scrambling.
Will you give up her dream?
She can still be an actress.
The tabloids. How would she answer to the questions on why she isn’t aging?
It’s okay. We love each other.
So did your mom and dad.
“Stop!” I yelled. Sara was on top of me, her bra strap hanging off of her shoulder. Her eyes showed bewilderment as she suddenly went off me. I looked down, and somehow, my shirt was also off. When did that happen?
“What’s wrong Edward?” She asked, pressing her cool hand against my cheek. “Did I do something wrong?” I looked into her green eyes. It was filled with sincerity and worry. She really does care for me and she really wants this. But…
I placed my hand on top of hers. It covered her hand completely, her hands becoming warm with the touch. I continued to look at her, taking in every expression. Her eyebrows came together in confusion; her lips pouted out; her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement; her shivers from my touch. I took in all of it and quickly looked away. “Sara…I don’t think this is…right. Let’s stop before it gets too far.” I was glad I was turned away as I heard her sigh and felt the bed’s pressure decrease as she went off the bed. I turned back to face her as she put her shirt back on. She wouldn’t look at me. “It’s just we’re still young! Do we really need to do this to prove my love to you? You know I love you, right?” I reached for her hand. I was lying, sort of. I love her, I truly love her…but the “we’re still young”? That was a lie. That didn’t matter to me. I wanted her, and I didn’t want her to freak out if I told her the truth on why we can’t do this.
I swung her arm slightly as I held her hand. She sighed again and sat down on the bed, fully dressed. “I know. I love you too.” I smiled. She understands. “But, we won’t have time to be together like this. I’m moving. Who knows what will happen when I leave you alone? You’re too cute to leave you by yourself. What if some girl comes and takes you away? I can’t handle that. I want to leave knowing you’ll be mine,” Sara explains, her voice low and quivering. I looked at her, my eyes getting moist. But what can I do? I don’t want to hurt her like this. How can I tell her that if we have sex, we would be monsters?
I grabbed her shoulders, making sure she faces me. “Look at me. My love for you will last forever. And I promise you, if you and I still feel the same way once we get famous with my photography and your acting,” I smiled. She did too as she understood where I was getting at. “Then…we can do it.” She smiled, her face looking from pissed and sad to happy and giggly. She hugged me tightly as I pat her head.
“Really? You promise? We’ll be a really famous couple, you know?” She said, hugging me tightly as we lay on my bed. I continued to pet her, smelling her strawberry shampoo on her blond hair. I just nodded in her hair.
And that was the last time I saw her. That night she moved to New York while I stayed i