Far Away   added 5 years ago
  By: ThePretender  Age: 48  Country: United States

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Categories: Steady Partner
Tags: couple Loving beautiful music Love lost romantic
Location: Anywhere
Roleplay: Other
Fulfillment: Act on it
Nature: Romantic

He was on his way back.

Halfway to Meridian, then not much farther to Gulfport

Why was he coming back? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that this morning, he hopped in the car, started it and knew that he had to drive.

The thought was haunting him along every mile. He could see her face in the sky, hear her voice in the wind, and feel her in his soul. He had to go back. It was time.

Then, it happened again.

The song.



It had been on almost every station since he left this morning. Every station he found, no matter where he was on the dial, no matter where he was on the road, it would come on. Always unannounced, and always when his thoughts would start to drift along with the road.



On cue, the song started again, and his thoughts turned again. . . to her.



“This time, This place

Misused, Mistakes

Too long, Too late

Who was I to make you wait. . .”



He remembered the first night they met. It was at a party. He didn’t really want to be there, but his friends talked him into coming. He was about to leave when he saw her walk in the door. Her auburn hair and blue eyes just pulled you in, gave her that special “aura” that only a few people have.



He was drawn to her. Before he knew it, he was right next to her, introducing himself.



They sat, they talked, and they danced. Before they knew it, they were on their way to his house, and as soon as they walked in the door, they were all over each other. His lips found hers and her hands removed his clothing. Their feet made their way toward the couch, and they fell on it together.



He was above her, sliding deep into her. It was like he was meant to be there. Her body arched beneath him, her legs begging to have more of him in her. He took his time, kissing her neck, caressing her breasts, not wanting the moment to end.



She had never been with anyone like him before. Never felt so much passion the first time. Her body responded to him in a way that she had been missing for so long in her life. The way his muscles felt her under fingertips, the way his lips felt on hers, the look in his eyes as he slid deeper and deeper into her.



Then, it happened. They both let out a cry that echoed off the walls of the room and carried out into the moonlit night. They lay there, he on her chest as the moonlight filtered in. He raised his head to look at her, and found that she was already staring at him. One look into those blue eyes, and they were linked.



No words were spoken, and they never left that couch that night. Night became morning, and she had to leave. He asked if he would see her again, and the only word she spoke was, “Yes”.



The horn of a passing truck brought him back from his dream. That had been a long time ago, or had it? He wasn’t sure. He knew that there had been time away from her after that. It was almost a week before he saw her again.



She just showed up one night on his doorstep in tears. He wasn’t sure what to make of it. He asked what was wrong, and got no answer. All she could do was just throw herself in his arms and cry. He did the only thing he could do, he held her close, and didn’t let go.



Then, she started to hum, and he wondered what song it was, he didn’t recognize it at first. Then, she started to sing, and he knew the words. Little did he know just how much this song, and her, would mean to him in his lifetime.



Again, he didn’t know what to say, what to do. So, he just held her tighter, and she kept singing. . .



“I keep dreaming you'll be with me

and you'll never go

Stop breathing if

I don't see you anymore. . .”



Then, the next morning, she was gone again. He remembered the night before with amazement. It was like they had never left from one another. He had to know who she was, had to have her for himself. But, he could never find her. He spent nights in every bar in every casino in Gulfport. He went to the Beau Rivage, Isle of Capri, and even the new Hard Rock. He could never find her. He couldn’t even find anyone who even knew someone that matched her description.



It was like this for months. He couldn’t get her out of his mind. He found others, as he always did. But, they could never seem to fill that hole deep inside of him. She made him feel like no one else did, she had that special something that spoke to him in the middle of the night. The thing that made him a romantic, that made him embrace his deepest feelings and confront his deepest fears.



After a few more months, he couldn’t find her, and he gave up. He accepted a position with his company in another city. His friends were throwing him a going away party. The beer and wine flowed while they toasted his success. The women would dance with him, and he would smile at all of them, even wondering which one might end up with him tonight.



When, out of the corner of his eye, he saw her. She was just standing there, watching him. It was like, she knew he was going. He could see the sadness in her eyes.



He walked over to her, and almost on cue again, the song started to play. He hadn’t noticed until these words came over the speaker.



“On my knees, I'll ask

Last chance for one last dance. . .”



As always, there were never any words needed between the two of them. He raised his arms, and she took her place in them. The lights and music combined to make this, their last time together, something special. Like a dream.



The party over, they headed back to his house, and again, they came together in that perfect meeting of passion and desire. This time, he carried her to the bedroom, and laid her in the bed. He stripped her slowly, enjoying her skin as it revealed itself to his fingertips, to his lips. She ran her hands through his hair, letting the feel of him take her away. Her hands brushed the front of his jeans, and she undid them so she could take him in them.



Finally getting the last of her clothes off, he lowered himself between her legs. She was very wet, and his tongue savored her taste as he slid it between her lips. Her hands pushed his face into her, and the heady scent of her made him drunk with lust. His tongue then found her clit, and his fingers slid into her to find her spot. She let out a small cry as he licked her a little faster, not wanting to rush with her.



Her body again responded to him in that way again, and her cry came out as her body shook for what seemed like a small eternity. He came back up to kiss her, and she pressed her lips to his like she had never done so before. He was hard and she wrapped her legs around him, begging him to enter her.



He had no choice; he slid into her and started to take her. As always, they never spoke, but let their passion for each other lead the way. Their bodies were one; he looked into her eyes as she reached that plateau again, and her nails bit into his skin, causing him to release himself deep inside of her. She was bound to him, and she held him tightly as her body quivered against him, not letting him go until she was done.



They collapsed onto the bed. He kissed her again, and looked into her eyes. He would never forget those blue eyes, the way they seemed to see right through him. He would always remember her, she who barely said a word, but seemed to always know the right way to tell him just how she felt.



He felt the night catch up with him. He was tried. The alcohol and passion were finally taking him away. He rested on her chest, and she ran her fingers through his hair as the familiar melody came again from her lips, taking him with them into the realm of his dreams.



“I have loved you all along

And I miss you

Been far away for far too long

I keep dreaming you'll be with me

and you'll never go. . .”



Morning came far too soon. He could tell by the way his head was pounding. He looked around, he was home. Packed and ready to go. Was it really her that he had come home with last night? He thought that it was, but he wasn’t sure.



Until he saw the note.



It was on the nightstand, propped up against the lamp. He unfolded it, and inside there was a single word.



Her name.



Just then, the alarm clock went off, and the radio was playing loudly. He stood there, looking at her name, while the song echoed in the room.



“I'd give it all

I'd give for us

Give anything but I won't give up

'Cause you know,

you know, you know. . .”



He wept as the words of the chorus filled the room, knowing that he had to leave.



Knowing that he wasn’t coming back.



Now, here he was, on Highway 49, coming into downtown Gulfport. Nothing had really changed since he’d left those years ago. And yet, it all seemed very different.



He was coming in on Dedeaux Road, then up Tanner. It wasn’t going to be far now. He wondered why he knew just which way to go. Why it seemed so right to him.



He pulled up in front of the house, just as the bridge started to echo in the car.



“So far away. . .”



He walked up to the door, wondering if she’d remember him.



“Been far away for far too long. . .”



He wondered, what would he say to her? Would he say anything to her?



“So far away. . .”



Would it be like he never left?



“Been far away for far too long. . .”



He knocked on the door, and a little boy answered.



He was surprised to see the boy, he wasn’t aware that she had had a child. He asked the boy if his mother was home. The little boy smiled and ran off screaming, “Mom!!”



He stood there, and after a moment, she came walking around the corner. She stopped when she saw him standing there. It was like he had never left. She still looked the same as she did that first day when they met. Her dark hair was longer now, but those blue eyes still had the power to make him lose track of time.



He started to say something, and he held out his arms to take her back into them. But, she quickly came outside with him, and closed the door. He was confused. Why was she acting this way? Shouldn’t she be glad to see him? He had come all this way, come back here, come back for her.



But, before she could explain, the door opened, and another man appeared. It was right then that he noticed the ring on the finger of the second man. Some hasty introductions were made, she introduced him to her husband as “an old friend,” those three words that say so little, and hide so much.



After the husband excused himself, casting one unsure glance at him before he closed the door, she asked him why he had come back. He said that he had come back for her, that he had realized that he needed her, that he couldn’t stop thinking about her, and that his life was empty without her.



As was her wont, she spoke no words again. Instead, she laid her hand on the side of his cheek. The same side where a tear was starting to form and he knew. Those blue eyes said it all. He was too late. He would never know what it would be like to be near her again. He would never know the feel of her lips on his, the touch of her legs wrapped around him, the sound of her voice as he brought her to bliss night after night.



Now, someone else would know those moments. Someone else would know the secrets of her heart; hear the voice of her soul.



Back in the car, headed back out of Gulfport, he thought about his final word to her.






“But you know, you know, you know. . .”



Her final words were, “You were far away. . .” And she looked at him one more time, before she closed the door, and went back to her life.



Those final words would haunt his memory forever. Just then, the final chorus of the song seemed to come over the speakers, right on cue. The song that had defined them from the start, and would define them forever.



And in those words, he heard her voice, heard her heart tell him why. Why she had gone on with her life, why, even though in her heart, she still loved him, why she needed to move on, and why she had done it without him.



“I wanted

I wanted you to stay

'Cause I needed

I need to hear you say....

That I love you

I have loved you all along

And I forgive you

For being away for far too long....

So keep breathing

'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore. . .”



The sun set behind him as he headed back east. Gulfport was in his rear view mirror. He remembered the last time he had seen that sunset. It was with her.



“Believe it

Hold on to me and, never let me go

Keep breathing

'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore. . .”



But, he was leaving. He was leaving her behind. He was leaving Gulfport behind. And this time, he wouldn’t be coming back.



“Believe it

Hold on to me and, never let me go. . .”



He knew he had to let her go. It was the only way. The only way he could go on. Or she would haunt him forever. Her life, her memory, her voice.



“Keep breathing

Hold on to me and, never let me go. . .”



The miles passed on. The sun set farther into the horizon. The moon came out and shone on the road as the scenery continued to change. Tennessee. Kentucky. Farther and farther away.



“Keep breathing

Hold on to me and, never let me go. . .”



He stopped.



The road was dark, and he was alone.



He looked up at the moon, the stars. She was still there. He had to go farther. Farther away from her, away from her voice, her smile, her eyes.



He got back in the car and started it up.



Again, it happened. It would never leave him alone it seemed.



“This time, This place

Misused, Mistakes

Too long, Too late

Who was I to make you wait. . .”



He knew what he had to do.



He turned around, chasing the sunset.


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