Thread: Cold & True (Ava & ForeverMischievous)

It was a dream. It had to be. Yet it was all too real. The presence this figure exuded. His voice. The manner in which her body responded as she felt his touch upon her bare skin. The feeling of a warmth washing over her entire being from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. A relaxing feel she always knew him for. Green eyes looked up at the being that appeared to be her long lost fiance. The resemblance was striking. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks when they kisses. Her heat sunk like a stone in the deepest of rivers. It's real. He's real. Instinctively she revealed in the kiss before she needed to come back up for air. It felt as though someone was trying to jump start her heart, but to no avail was it sticking. He was here. This was no dream. This was not a hallucination. Marcus was here before her. She did know where to kiss him once more, slap him, or run away. It seemed as though her long lost love had a few words of his own to say. She had never been able to relive the feelings that kissing her beloved brought about before his disappearance. Yes she could describe it, but the feeling was so much more. Marcus was asking her to forget about him? Her tears ceased for the time being as she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Gabriella backed away from the man she once loved. Gawking at him and instantly missing his touch once more, but so many thoughts and feelings swarmed her when the realization that she had managed to bump into her ex fiance in the dead of night, came to. A foot of space. That was what stood between them. And although the thought of running did cross her mind, she stayed. You were always horrible at lying to my face Mister Knudsen. And you ... you wait five years. Five fucking years to ask me to forget about you? The young female had always imagined what she would say to him if she ever saw him again, but there was no going by the script tonight. Everything seemed to spill past her lips as her heart painfully began beating within her chest. Almost as though it were fighting to leave its host. The very least you owe me is an explanation. Arms crossed before her in a stance the spoke of her seriousness. Tell me why. That is what will haunt me for the rest of my life Marcus Knudsen. Why? Why did you leave me? The shock was there. It may not have shown well, but she was well pass the point right now.The shock would no doubt settle in when she got home and she would probably kick herself for not having done something. There were a plethora of questions she had, but none as important as that. He was as handsome as she remembered. Seeming as though he hadn't aged a day since he left. Her lips still tingling from the kiss he gifted her with. A funny note... her hiccups were gone. It isn't that easy Marc. It is not easy to forget you, nor do I expect it to be that easy for you. The organ deemed her heart occasionally stuttered. Fear? Fear that he would still disappear into a puff of smoke before her eyes? Fear that she was only dreaming? It couldn't be though. That kiss. Dear heavens that kiss. Upon the wings she sat. This was still so much to take in and her legs weren't feeling too strong. Not to mention the walk home would feeling like miles as opposed to the few blocks it actually was. Later she would find herself thankful that the neighborhood they once lived in was well lit at night. Not to mention the tiredness that was temporarily pushed aside. The lateness had not occurred to her and lately she had been going to bed early and waking up as such for the sake of her job and it stuck. An adrenaline rush had set in, and honestly there was no questioning why.