47 Like A Moth To A Flame

Was it all real?

My mind plays over what my body just felt. Every aching bone tells me that I had Summer between my very arms only but a few moments ago. Yet my mind tells me that I must be going crazy. But if I am indeed so crazy, why do I have a rather furious Candice staring back at me. The woman that I have been trying so hard to run away from, had her lips so elegantly and so sweetly locked with mine.

Whom am I fooling?

I need her more than I want to admit, and she is here, I am not letting her slip away, not again. I am afraid that if I continue my foolishness that she will be lost to me forever. I can only but show the deepest regret in my eye as I look at Candice.

"Sorry, but I have to do this."

"It is fine Austin, go before she is gone."

With a soft peck on the cheek, I leave her standing, I know that it is not fine for her, but at least she will understand.