Love and Grief

Written by alekzandreia

 

He opened the door and walked into the darkness. He flicked the switch on and LED lights flooded his studio apartment. He surveyed his home.

Nica would be annoyed if she sees this, he thought. His DVDs were scattered on the coffee table, empty cans of Heineken littered all over the floor, his clothes strewn everywhere. Dirty dishes piled on the sink. A thin layer of dust gathered on every surface.

Yep, Nica would definitely be annoyed.

He went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. A pitcher of water, two cans of beer, and a slice of left-over pizza. He went for the beer.

Beer in hand, he went straight to the bed. He plopped on the mattress and guzzled his beer.

This one’s for you, babe, he thought, which was funny since Nica didn’t like beer. She didn’t like anything with alcoholic content, period.

It didn’t took him long to gulp down his drink. He tossed the empty can into the air, hoped it would make it’s way into the trash basket. The can hit the rim and bounced out of the basket. Tsk. No luck there.

He didn’t bothered to stand up and make it right. What’s another beer can on the floor, anyway? Without leaving the bed, he stripped down to his birthday suit. He didn’t bother going under the sheets. It’s a hot night. He just sprawled there, arms wide open. He closed his eyes and prayed that exhaustion would take its toll faster. He didn’t want to think of Nica tonight.

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He woke up to the feeling that somebody was watching him. He slowly opened his eyes and was greeted by the harsh brightness of the fluorescent lights. He blinked a couple times. He lifted his head and looked around. His eyes widen when he saw the figure of the woman standing at the foot of his bed. She was wearing a long white gown. It was so sheer he could see the outline of her body underneath. Her long hair was curled at the ends, framing her lovely face. She looked like a Grecian goddess.

Her big beautiful eyes were looking at him with sadness, a tortured expression on her pretty face.

"Nica?" he whispered incredulously.

"What are you doing, Ron?" Even her voice was tinged with sadness.

"I…" He watched in amazement when she climbed on the bed and towards him. She straddled his hips and leaned over him. She cupped his face. He turned his head and kissed her palm. He reached for her, his arms tighlty wrapped her tiny waist. He dragged her down until she laid on top of him, her soft breasts crushed against his hard chest.

"Don't cry, Ron, she whispered. "I don't want to see you cry."

He smiled. "I'm just happy you're here."

He kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, her cheeks. He brushed his lips against hers.

"God, I miss you so much." He gently bit her lower lip. She bit him back. He lost control and kissed her hard. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, rediscovering every crevice, every part of her. She kissed him back with the same ardor. Without breaking the kiss, he shifted so that she was underneath him. He moved his hands up and down her body. If not for the need to breath, he wouldn't break their kiss. He reverently ran his fingers all over her face.

"You're here. You're really here."

She smiled. How he loved that smile. "I'm always here, Ron. For you."

"I love you." he whispered as he bent for another soul-searing kiss. His lips travelled from her lips to her jaw, to her neck. She whimpered.

"I want to feel you, Nica. Your skin against mine." Gently, he took off her dress. He caught his breath when she was naked. His eyes feasted at the sight of her. Her red lips swollen with his kisses, her lush breasts rising and falling heavily, the beaded points begged to be touched, to be suckled. His gaze went down. With a naughty smile, he reached for her down there. She breathed sharply.

"Ron…"

"Let me worship you. All of you." And he did. Slowly, gently, with all the love he had for her.

"I love you," he whispered again and again as their bodies united in a rhythm as old as time.

"I love you, Ron." It was the last thing he heard her say before he lost consciousness.
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He could hear his phone ringing. Without opening his eyes, he reached for Nica. He jerked when he found nothing but empty space on the other side of the bed. He looked around the empty apartment. He sighed. He reached for his phone.

“Good morning, Kuya Ron.” He closed his eyes as he listened to the voice that was eerily similar to Nica’s.

“You need anything, kiddo?” He hoped that Natalie didn’t notice the catch on his breath.

“I was just going to ask if you already bought the flowers for Ate Nica.”

“Not yet, but I will.”

“Okay. Will you stop by the house?”

“I don’t think so. I”ll just meet you there, okay?”

“Okay. We’ll be leaving for the cemetery in an hour or so. Don’t forget Ate Nica’s flowers, ‘kay? Bye.”

“I won’t.” There was nothing but dial tone on the other end.

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Author’s notes:

I obviously sucked at making titles. My apologies. And I’m blaming RVP for this. His “Waiting In The Rain” really got into me. sniff,sniff