hey everyone, well i have to say that I enjoyed this contest, and I hope you all enjoy reading my scene. I can't wait to read yours ! Feel free to critique it.
The most precious possession that ever comes to a man in this world is a woman's heart. -- Josiah G. Holland
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“John?” Her face changed, she was questioning me, wondering what I was going to do next. Only problem was I didn’t even know what I was going to do. I was just as curious as her. I put my hands to her face and she pulled back for a split second. Curiosity got the best of her and she gave in to the pull of my hands.
My heart overjoyed with happiness. This was it. I had her. I was going to make her mine. I stared at her eyes, the ones that always drove me wild. Then I slowly tore my eyes to her lips; full and red. I craved to have control over them, just once. This is the woman who lived in my deepest hidden dreams, and here I was, ready to let her know that she was what I dreamed about every single night.
I was nervous, yet daring. I knew better than to back down now. I felt the doubt, of whether I should retrieve my hands from her face, but the urge to take the risk fired through me—its heat burned the back of my neck jolting me toward her lips. She gasped and I stopped only inches away, grazing just shy of her bottom lip. For a second I felt her pull in, I felt the electricity dancing between us, her skin turned hot beneath my hands, a burn my body welcomed—like if I was a victim of winter and her fire soothed me.
Her face lowered, causing her hair to brush against my nose, the scent revived me. There was a twist in my chest, a sudden realization of her distance. At that moment I knew what it felt like to have your heart broken for the very first time.
“John, what in the hell do you think your doing?” I sighed, knowing that was my cue for retreat. My heart would lose this war. It wasn’t meant to be this way I thought to myself. I am who I am, and I have to accept it. Even if it is a life of celibacy and a very lonely one I may add. I just shook my head and didn’t even know what to say.
“Wishful thinking, that’s what it was. Mary I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” but in my mind I knew exactly what it was. For the first time I had let love into my life. I had let it grow much stronger than just for God. I had no idea what that felt like until this very moment, and sure it was a sin. And for a moment I was ashamed, but then I realized I was human. I sinned, yes. It was a mistake for what I was- a Catholic priest. If all the people I saw everyday at church got a second chance, why couldn’t I?
Mary hugged me and kissed my cheek, “I’ll see you Sunday, John”. I gave her a slight smile and nod. She turned and kept walking as if nothing had happened. I stood there watching her.
