I had no idea the anger that was growing inside me, would be increased so as to change completely, making me very intractable, unresponsive and insatiable. I was blinded, so far as to make disappear all feeling from my heart. And not only.
I returned from class load of anxiety and curiosity, just finished dinner, I would sling my room to study the book of magic: I had to learn more about my condition, especially now I was passed from it as a curse, the exact opposite.
In fact, the physical ailments were completely missing and unknown words that I felt were beginning to settle back in my mind, but this time even if ordered as incomprehensible as a poem written in a language lost . The anger, however, was growing by the hour, but I began to feel part of me, considering it as a source of energy, rather than an annoyance.
The first chapter explains the nature of the witches, their powers and all that came, the next, however, were totally devoted to spells and potions. I spent the following week, divided between the study of criminology texts, and that of magic: evocations of animals, creating objects, changing moods and physical conditions, manipulation of the elements ...
At the end of book, there was a whole chapter on the spell more powerful than known: the Tempus Interruptus; very old - said the book - and of incalculable importance, some of it was lost during the revolution of the magical third year regency [of wizarding society] Penelope Tricou, there is no news concerning his use and / or completed after this date.
What displeased me greatly, because stopping time would be of great help for everyone, especially for a university student who was to be divided between term papers, research, women and sleep.
However, there were many other spells that could help you save time, I benefited from those.
past few days, everything came back "to normal." Taken to leave, but always returning with a woman;
just trying to stay in the dorm, because my roommates were divided among those I had brought a bed - and who hated me, but they wanted to recover - and those who tried to seduce me in every way - and that very soon they would leave the second group to join the first.
Before long I had created a "reputation" means all, of the campus, I knew and wanted, of course, there are still those who pretended not to know, who insisted on insulting me and criticize me, who simply said that was not his type ...
Yet, at the end of the second year, very few were those of the faculty of psychology that I have not had carnally known.
Meanwhile, as I journeyed to anyone I went to bed genius, in my head I fixed the image of her who was watching me, watching me, I saw every night close to a stranger, without saying anything .
I saw in my mind, in my dreams, always looking at me and said nothing. She ... That woman looking out of focus, surrounded by purple aura.
Time passed and I overcame every exam with flying colors. My dorm was always a bustle of people, but this time I was the main cause;
there was no tenant in the middle of the third year that I had not been brought to bed, and this was true for both the old for new companions.
Georgie had gone before them all, trying to escape the scorn of myself and others had used it, I had rejected and then had become my favorite pastime. It took was a "Hey, beautiful blonde, you do not find any monkey go to bed tonight?" Or "What makes me tenderly! You have the delicate movements of deaf baby bat! "To make her run away in tears as I laughed out loud.
I became ill. No longer was it cynicism or sarcasm that permeated my lines, but pure evil. Sometimes I thought about it and do not recognize me ... I was wondering if you really
yet experienced any feeling: I went to bed with anyone who would satisfy my aesthetic, I did not know who called for a serious relationship, it was love od'amicizia, I had completely stopped contact with my family.
But then I looked in the mirror and I kept saying that there was anything different in me.
I was still me, and there was always her in my mind somewhere. She ... What was his name? And his appearance? If I try to remember, I saw only a purple stain in his place.
beginning of the fourth year, all, even the freshmen, I knew as the "god of the kiss", it was said around me I could not turn strong passions with a single touch of the lips . I always thought it was an exaggeration, but I've never heard anyone say otherwise.
ADOP the first six months to "get acquainted" with new members, then forced me to slow down in order to find the time to prepare the better the final exam. I began to dwindle even years of magic that I practiced every morning.
also went back home that Christmas, in order to prepare my return I wanted to find a new apartment to start my real life, and I did not seem the case to give trouble to my mother, Jimmy and his "nice little family."
When I arrived, however, I found who I expected to see: the house was half empty, yet some boxes around the transfer of Tristen, who returned recently from the university,
to replace Jimmy; the latter had indulged the "friendly request" of his half and had bought a small house in Simstralia, the district of origin of Cameron.
With the house quiet again and an extra room empty, Curtney hoped that decide to stop her, but I did not feel to go back to the "son" - or anything I had ever done in his place - because I knew that way I would have lost the freedom gained at the university. In fact, during those few days spent at home, I had to put up with quite a few sermons ...
Curtney: Another girl? A new one?? Tell me, what have you in the head? What are you going to do? If want to get pregnant the first end and helpless you're gonna get to do as did your father's brother Jimmy? Or even worse: you want to bring anyone to read, regardless of what they have to suffer the consequences? Te melt after the children scattered throughout the city, as did your father do??
I, at that last sentence, promptly took the girl by the arm that I brought back and dragged her into the room,
banging loudly every door that stood between me and the bed, then the possessed and undressed without even looking at him.
not that hard ... I was hardly ever watched the face of someone I wore to bed, and never once kissed her on the lips: I did not want those relationships become so intimate, it was not my intention to be romantic under the sheets. "No kissing during sex" was the only rule that those who wanted to do with me, and do not offend ever, until that fateful evening.
had already been two months since my return home, we were in the middle of February, another week and come back to the dorm to present documents and papers, then I would have graduated in April, quite ahead of its time.
I had dinner early and I was bored at home, as usual, so I decided to go out and seek companionship. I went to a club that I attended as a teenager, run by the gang to which I had the aggregate, to see old friends and find someone who warms my bed.
I did not have time to invite the girl to my house, though, that I feel called. It was an old colleague, a strange but kind, the only person around which to try something comparable to friendship.
Desmond: Hey, man! Since when have you satisfied that the first pass? - The His tone was slightly bitter, while her eyes expressed sympathy.
Toby: I do not know ... always, perhaps? - I said, glissando in my time on greetings.
Desmond: No, I do not think so. When you were with us, do not you ever heard the antechamber of the brain thought to make you any, you wanted the best, - made a brief pause, then pointed with scorn the woman next to me - I wonder why now you has changed his mind.
Toby: I'm sorry, but I do not remember much of that time ... At least, not much what about the girls.
My old friend seemed surprised, as if he thought it inconceivable that I had forgotten one thing.
And indeed, shortly after she replied: Toby, the woman you loved so much to spend every day of your life for it ... How could you have forgotten about her? I do not.
I turned again and watched him well: he was not lying, he was convinced of what he was saying, but I could not recall this mysterious woman with whom he was talking about. I confusing them with someone else? Yet, if I tried to remember what the purpose of my life those years, I could not see it, there was nothing to occupy that place. It was absurd ... All my actions, my studies, my own existence is not dependent on anything!
regained control of myself, I took away the woman he was holding in her arms, then I sat down and turned attention back to the man before me.
Desmond: Toby, you do not know what happened, or if you're kidding or if you have really removed the girl, intentionally or not. But I can not stand by and do nothing! Here ... Actually, I ... - He stopped, almost embarrassed.
Toby: Speak, Desmond, What did you do?
Desmond: Well, long story short ... I've kept an eye on that woman. The girl you once loved ... I did it because I thought that when you'd come back, maybe you wanted to see her again, or at least know what he was doing, what her life ...
I looked at him curiously, trying to imagine ' aspect of the woman who at one time must have been so important to me. Yet there was still a vacuum in my memory. Again, what did not concern her, though I thought the others, even though I thought the family, school, everything. There were holes, remember that actions were not the causes or consequences, songs without words, without a muse, talk of which I had printed the words in mind, but not the motivation.
Desmond: Well, here's what I can tell you: he lives in a neighborhood across town, Andalasia and works in the kitchen of a great restaurant and is rumored to take the place of the chef, also far as I could discover, is single, though perhaps not for long. - He paused, looked at me and took pity: - My boy, you do not know what happened ... Of course, now you die more behind the woman, yet not I see you happy, you were not even then, but the honesty of your feelings, you lit up her face and made you earn the respect of us all.
And what I did, the respect, if I could be happy? Above all, I could have any woman, how could not I could get her? This was to intrigue me more than his entire speech.
Toby: Where did you say you live? - I wanted to see it. I wanted to remember her and why was not mine. Or it was and why I had forgotten? No, I did not have the first women to enter university, and Desmond referred to a period before ... - Indeed, no, let it be said ... You have to be single for a short while, no?
Desmond: Her ex boyfriend is back in town, looking for, it seems ...
Toby: The boyfriend, eh? Well, here is a reason not to bring it back to memory. - I added, getting up.
Desmond: But Toby, Toby them ...
: Leave me alone! - I screamed.
Toby: I do not know who the woman you're talking about, and I do not know! I let him
there open-mouthed, I left the room and walked toward the house. Try as I might, I could not remember anything of this woman, and perhaps I was myself not wanting to remember:
the anger with which I had closed that speech was so violent that it scared me, what c 'was behind that story? What was, for me, that woman? Because I had forgotten and did not want to remember?
The sun had already a long and the snow had covered the road with a thin white coat, I was cold and tired, but I did not want to go home, so decided to take a detour, passing for the center.
There, looking through the windows of shops, spied the lives of others trying to forget mine. It was through one of these windows, I saw her.
He was sifting through the underwear department, was three-quarters, and this certainly helps me to recognize it, kept her hair down, there was practically no bangs, but the trick was accentuated, but without being vulgar. His white skin, however, was not changed, nor his body or his demeanor.
was a blow to the heart finds the face so suddenly, when his memory was now confined in an almost inaccessible corner of the mind: so I tried to remember that night, but in vain, now that I saw, however, I remembered everything from her image the first time I saw her, his smile that 'last time at her dorm. Above all, remember the first thing that made me fall in love with her, and now I felt the uncontrollable need to review.
So, I entered the store and approached her, making a joke that just liked it.
Toby: What right do not move to keep a kitten from a tree, while the left one, the tree the fire ... In both cases, finiresti the evening with a fireman in the house, so unless you really want to seduce your a fireman, I do not recommend them to you both.
She said the underwear in his hand, then put them and turned slowly, his eyes got up on me and I could see what they yearn for more: its purple irises bother staring at me, studying every especially of my face and my body. So, I felt empowered to do the same. The
undressed with his eyes, imagining wearing one, then the other two pieces, lingering over the course burgundy, I went back to actually feeling the unexpected response Christine.
Christine What I would suggest, then?
I rummaged among the items on display, almost immediately finding the right one: his color - lavender - had the eyes of Christine stood out like no other, I told him, but Chris I consider my statement as a stunt to impress upon her, so he hastened to clarify his emotional situation.
An "engaged", and those words I could not help but to retire, throw himself on the joke and reveal who he really was.
I am a bit surprised 'that he remembered me, a boy she had met only twice in a lifetime, and many years ago ... For a moment I hoped that it meant something, that we were in some way, linked by fate. Then he gave me the stupid and thought no more, concentrating on what I should do or say.
We spent the rest of the evening in a pub, drinking, dancing and talking about ourselves, it was very late when I was convinced to have to leave:
we drank too much and danced more embracing, more than our bodies tried and our lips were approaching. I decided not to give in to instinct and convinced to be accompanied home, where I greeted her at the door, careful not to get too close.
was a torture ... not because I could not part with her: in the end I had been away for years, I had even forgotten for a long time and at that moment I did not know more than he felt for her feelings in addition to physical desire. What tormented me, in fact, was the eagerness to make it my own just to add another notch to my belt, and then throw it back into oblivion, I wanted to suffer at least half of what I had done in all the years which I had nothing in her head, I felt that my lack and that would break my heart knowing that I would never be his, but a thousand other women.
It was this thought that I had that night and the days that followed, while the hours passed between real estate agents and girls available. They were horrible, but they were feelings, from what seemed to me not to try anymore? How long I felt so empty inside?
had been three days and I had called Christine, I considered that maybe I was a fool to think that would be enough to win two blandishments, and that I should take advantage of that evening, after having her home. It was not just a number written on a piece of paper ... Or does it?
The phone rang I was out of the shower: I cursed quietly, wondering who might disturb at that very moment, I tied a towel in my life and to respond fiondai, driven more by a feeling that the real desire to hear someone.
Toby: Hello?
No one answered the other hand, only a breath, but slightly breathless, to witness the presence of an interlocutor, it was a joke?
Toby: Hello? Hello?
I wondered if it was broke my phone's microphone, or speaker on the other phone, but in both cases it was strange that the person on the other side did not say anything. Maybe it was me I was wrong, was not a breath what I felt, but only one line noise.
looked at the phone, checking whether the call was still in progress, then I tried one last time.
Toby: Hello? - A response that I had.
Christine P-ready? Toby?
Toby: Yes ... Who is this?
Christine Ah ... Um ... Hello! I'm Christine, I found ...
Toby: Christine! Cabbages, as I did not recognize your voice? - And the question really was asking me, incredulous and happy to hear it.
Toby: How are you? Three days I'm waiting for your call, it is unfair to expect so much a guy like me ...
Christine: Ah ... - she was dumbfounded, then chuckled. - What do you mean? However I have not called before because I've been busy. Very busy.
Toby: Col complete again? - I asked, a hint of a mischievous smile and appear there in front of me, half-naked.
Christine: No ... - she said with condescension. - Col work. While you, I bet, these days you spent in the company of a beautiful university ...
Toby: Mmm ... Well, maybe one or two ...
She laughed heartily at the joke: Then you must not have suffered so much miss me! You do not even Essert
bored ... I let myself be carried away by emotions, and I replied: But I miss you so, so now I tell you now I want to buy you dinner on the spot!
labored just to get her that dinner, moved to her house for comfort: the food was excellent and the conversation brilliant finish the meal, I realized that it was the right time. I asked her to let me go home - or what was left -
and we ended up in the bedroom.
was all very fast: for a wrist pulled her towards me and hugged strong, breathed in her scent and then began to kiss her.
When I took the lightweight suit that band, I noticed wearing the full lavender that I'd recommend:
maybe I was wrong to consider it a prey so difficult, nor was that a woman like the others ... The
I lay on the bed, took off the bra and looked into his eyes I found myself looking at them, not recognizing any of the expressions that I had seen all the others, seemed lost, but also decided, under the thumb of my charm and independent at the same time.
was mine, but for his choice, and it unleashed in me again quell'irrefrenabile want to hurt her, make them feel all the pain that I had known since I had won my heart, cause the same pain of unrequited love.
I finished undressing, then sank her face in her hair to kiss her neck and shoulders, but she searched my face and my lips. The
escaped and told her: kisses during sex is only for the stories series.
She looked at me confused, and for a moment I saw that little girl in her strong and weak that she had been so long ago, that purity of mind which, after all, had not lost, and again me fell in love madly ... Those feelings that, somehow, had disappeared from my heart, were now back with the force of a hurricane.
Then Christine kissed me, and every defense now remained between me and she collapsed.
Toby: This is a promise. - whispered to her, determined, now more than ever, to ensure that the story would end in one night, but that she would finally be mine.
--- To be continued ---
Here at last update! O_O It had to be much longer (at least twice), so it took me so to publish it, but I realized that in order to fit it all in an update and do it quickly, the second half were illegible -.- 'so I decided to divide it and take more time to work on the second part.
Okay ... Well, a Toby at his most evil - which is not much, but I'm happy ... uu - that ensnares our dear protagonist (yes, because she is the protagonist, eh! XD Of course, simgirls?: p), nothing more, nothing less. Today I do not have much to write, and then strap! XD Better close here!
A big kiss and see you soon!
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