Page 40 of Cloud Storm

As if Jupiter heard me exclusively, the sound of thunder echoes and I feel the first drop of rain fall on my bare shoulder.

Shit! I hate rain. Even more when I’m not at home.

Soon, what begins as a drizzle becomes a torrential downpour. I seek refuge among the commercial premises, trying my best not to get wet. I’m dripping, my bangs stuck on my face.

I have no choice but to make my way back home. I’m wet already, what more do I have to lose?

I walk rather than run, until my heart stops, as a hand catches my arm and shoves me against a wall.

I want to scream, but it sticks in my throat when a hand covers my mouth, forcing me to be quiet.

My pulse is beating. This can’t be happening, not here, not now.

His intense gaze terrifies me, icy water bathes my skin, leaving me livid, petrified. I can’t move, my body doesn’t respond.

What am I going to do?

Someone help me!

Please, someone help me.

If I could only lift my leg, I would hit where it hurts the most, but no matter how hard I try my limbs don’t respond. They say that the skull is a good weapon and yet I still can’t move my head.

With this downpour, nobody goes through here, he knows it as well as I do. I’m fucked, fucked and at his mercy.

He looks at me, burning me with the fire in his green eyes, putting pressure on the hand over my mouth.

“Aren’t you going to scream?”

In response, I shake my head, hoping to calm his temper. He removes his hand and suddenly my lungs fill with air.

My senses come back to life, all because his mouth hangs over mine and kisses me.

Lancelot kisses me.

From: Arthur

To: California Girl

Date: September 29, 2019 23:47

Subject: Invitation

I have to tell you about her, today I saw her again. My body was filled with frustration and desire, the same as I felt a few days ago, when I confessed to her that you exist.

I wanted to pretend otherwise, that I don’t care and that you are nothing more than a ghost wandering the internet. I haven’t been able to achieve that either.

She’s unique and special. Different from other women I’ve met before. There’s something about her that makes me want to protect her. She inspires in me a tenderness that was unknown until now.

I know I’ve told you the same thing many times and for that, I’m unfaithful. I can have her in my arms and there’s so much to still know about her, whereas I know you and I’ve never held you in my arms.

I want to see you. I need to clarify my thoughts and my feelings.

I can’t be with her, because it’s you that I want and you don’t want us to be together.

That’s where it leaves us, my shooting star?

We live in the same city, under the same sky. Perhaps we’ve crossed the same street at the same time or maybe brushed arms in the supermarket. Even so, I won’t recognize you.

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