Author's Note
I wrote this one randomly this evening. I have these moments in which my insides implore me to write. Otherwise I am pretty much the same. This is one of my old ideas that I just happened to fabricate into a one shot, I hope you enjoy reading it. I liked writing it.
The Lonesome Cat Lady
Swayum and Sharon met on the first day of Junior College. Their kindred unsocial spirits had bonded them together. Sharon conveniently called it their common hatred regarding people. Swayum knew better than to contradict her. It got nasty when she was contradicted. Also he knew that hearts like marshmallows do not dwell on hatred.
The weather had nearly summoned a change. The evening wind was not quite as bitter as it had been for long. Sharon's patent subject for complaining had been taken away brutally from her. But she never did give in to nuisances such as the pleasance of weather. She would always come up to with a fresh and crisp reason to complain. Relating the same to her best friend, she let him walk her to her hostel.
He figured today she was going to complain about Valentine's Day.
"If you ask me, I do not understand the hype at all." She declared, pinning her hair back.
"Me neither." He attentively replied.
She nodded at him in an I-know-right fashion, clutched the straps of her back-pack and heaved it upward to support her back. Her back ached often. And you'd know that a day with three back-to-back tests was rougher than usual. Help was in order. Swayum removed his back-pack and thrust it into her arms.
"Dude, ouch." She screeched.
"Hang this from the front, will keep your back erect." He said in his high and wise tone.
She tucked his bag tightly to her chest and marched animatedly alongside him. He noticed the thoughtfully enlivened expression she was wearing.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked her curiously.
When she did not reply but made a face at him, he reckoned she wasn't thinking. She was upset. Valentine's Day was folly but at times so was Sharon. In the spur of that very moment Swayum had an idea. He put a stopper in her march by holding her hand. Halted, she turned to face him. He weaved both his fingers through her cautiously pinned hair and stroked his lips against hers deeply and gently. The puzzling nuance to him was the mysterious reason behind why she kissed him back after all.
"What was that for?" She asked him in one of her higher pitches.
"I've never kissed anyone before. I'd be lying if I say I didn't have the chance to." He smirked at her.
"I care extremely about your carnal tales. Now tell me why." She implored him spitefully.
"I figured if I needed it to be perfect I'd have to kiss you." He made an artless face at her and patted her shoulder.
She grinned broadly. She may have colored a little but concealed it like a professional. They were both proud of how she did it. A few steps away from her hostel Sharon heard Swayum mutter, 'So much to cheer up a lonesome cat lady on Valentine's Day'. He received duly the punch in the gut that had been coming his way.
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-Epiphany.
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