rubbed my palms together and instantly the heat disappeared. Frustrated and confused, I jumped from the booth and left the restaurant. I was done talking. I needed to get away. Hopefully Detective Steele would understand.
Just over an hour later I found myself at the hidden lookout on the edge of the island. The place where Asia and I shared our powers and hearts for the first time. It was kind of a sanctuary to us from then on. Our safe spot. As I sulked my way up to the cliff where Asia and I had experienced so much, something was different. A tree had been planted just before the three-hundred foot drop off of the cliff, but not just any kind of tree…a cherry blossom tree. It was never there before and the ground around its trunk was newly chewed up as if it had just been planted. It was far from blooming in its wondrous pink and white flowers that shared the same smell as Asia. As a matter of fact, it almost looked like it was dead. I slowly approached it and placed a hand along its bark to see if I was daydreaming or not. The music of the waves from the sea below greeted me and eased my aching head.
“Did you put this here, Asia?” I asked the wind. Thunder shook the ground under my shoes and I knew I was no longer alone. Without even looking behind me, I called out with my voice cracking…
“Can we talk?”
FOURTEEN: LITTLE EARTHQUAKES
~ Volcano: Damien Rice ~
Asia’s eyes. Those diamond-like jewels of blue cut into me like they always did. When she appeared in front of me I thought my heart might actually stop. Her long dark hair slid along her face and shoulders like living silk as the wind danced in her presence. Her beauty was my drug, my life. And I was completely addicted to her in every possible way. Physically, emotionally, and elementally. My other half. My perfect storm.
“How are you feeling?” I stumbled over the question. I knew she was beyond fine. Madi’s healing touch made sure of that. Asia tilted back on her heels a bit and continued to stare into my heart. Lightning whispered behind the clouds, teasing me, and the water down below tried to reach up and splash us in a crash. I let my bangs fall in my face to hide from her. She shifted her stance and the wind came alive around us, quickly swiping my brown hair from my face. The empty tree branches shook in defiance. She tightened her face in a deadly pout and reached up, sliding my hair behind my ears. Her hands felt like heaven on my skin, and for a moment I thought I may fall into her arms, tired and broken.
“You know I hate when you do that with your hair,” she said, like a blade. Her words cut into me. “Don’t hide from me.”
“Sorry, Asia,” I whispered. Just letting her name roll past my lips made me feel better. She stepped closer to me, her chest skimming mine. Instinctively, I fell into her, absorbing her wonderful smell. I thought she would fight it at first , but her essence soaked me in as if it had been starving for a thousand years.
“Ever,” she added, as my lips pressed against her forehead.
“You either,” I whispered only loud enough for her to hear. Her cool hands slid up along my neck, her fingers traced the lines of my jaw and face before losing themselves in my hair. My hands searched her hips and lower back, stopping only when they found their familiar home. Pulling her as close as possible, her lips devastated mine with a kiss so intense I couldn’t move. Paralyzed in Asia’s arms I felt the hole in me begin to fade away.
“I’ve missed you, Max,” she said, with spinning tears in her pupils.
“Don’t let me go,” I whispered, burying my lips into the lines of her neck. Rain fell over us like a blanket, drenching us in seconds. The raindrops fought through the branches of the tree like a dizzying maze over our heads until their cool essence found us. Asia’s storm seemed to cling to me like static electricity. Almost as if the rain was holding me too. I looked deep
Just over an hour later I found myself at the hidden lookout on the edge of the island. The place where Asia and I shared our powers and hearts for the first time. It was kind of a sanctuary to us from then on. Our safe spot. As I sulked my way up to the cliff where Asia and I had experienced so much, something was different. A tree had been planted just before the three-hundred foot drop off of the cliff, but not just any kind of tree…a cherry blossom tree. It was never there before and the ground around its trunk was newly chewed up as if it had just been planted. It was far from blooming in its wondrous pink and white flowers that shared the same smell as Asia. As a matter of fact, it almost looked like it was dead. I slowly approached it and placed a hand along its bark to see if I was daydreaming or not. The music of the waves from the sea below greeted me and eased my aching head.
“Did you put this here, Asia?” I asked the wind. Thunder shook the ground under my shoes and I knew I was no longer alone. Without even looking behind me, I called out with my voice cracking…
“Can we talk?”
FOURTEEN: LITTLE EARTHQUAKES
~ Volcano: Damien Rice ~
Asia’s eyes. Those diamond-like jewels of blue cut into me like they always did. When she appeared in front of me I thought my heart might actually stop. Her long dark hair slid along her face and shoulders like living silk as the wind danced in her presence. Her beauty was my drug, my life. And I was completely addicted to her in every possible way. Physically, emotionally, and elementally. My other half. My perfect storm.
“How are you feeling?” I stumbled over the question. I knew she was beyond fine. Madi’s healing touch made sure of that. Asia tilted back on her heels a bit and continued to stare into my heart. Lightning whispered behind the clouds, teasing me, and the water down below tried to reach up and splash us in a crash. I let my bangs fall in my face to hide from her. She shifted her stance and the wind came alive around us, quickly swiping my brown hair from my face. The empty tree branches shook in defiance. She tightened her face in a deadly pout and reached up, sliding my hair behind my ears. Her hands felt like heaven on my skin, and for a moment I thought I may fall into her arms, tired and broken.
“You know I hate when you do that with your hair,” she said, like a blade. Her words cut into me. “Don’t hide from me.”
“Sorry, Asia,” I whispered. Just letting her name roll past my lips made me feel better. She stepped closer to me, her chest skimming mine. Instinctively, I fell into her, absorbing her wonderful smell. I thought she would fight it at first , but her essence soaked me in as if it had been starving for a thousand years.
“Ever,” she added, as my lips pressed against her forehead.
“You either,” I whispered only loud enough for her to hear. Her cool hands slid up along my neck, her fingers traced the lines of my jaw and face before losing themselves in my hair. My hands searched her hips and lower back, stopping only when they found their familiar home. Pulling her as close as possible, her lips devastated mine with a kiss so intense I couldn’t move. Paralyzed in Asia’s arms I felt the hole in me begin to fade away.
“I’ve missed you, Max,” she said, with spinning tears in her pupils.
“Don’t let me go,” I whispered, burying my lips into the lines of her neck. Rain fell over us like a blanket, drenching us in seconds. The raindrops fought through the branches of the tree like a dizzying maze over our heads until their cool essence found us. Asia’s storm seemed to cling to me like static electricity. Almost as if the rain was holding me too. I looked deep
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