Writer Lover Loser
By: Mika Ellis
mikaneko@yahoo.com
Writer Lover Loser
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That time you and I met--
that time you stalked us and followed our every move--
greedy, thoughtless, reporter
Words slung from your cherry mouth with defiance--
"I can get any information you want"
"You can't get far without me"
Pencil propped in pouty, pulpy lips--language like
maple sugar; hair, skin, you
you made me forget
my cause my loneliness my solitude my heart my love
Chisato
Noel threw the notebook down--rambling on about her
would do him no good. It had been a solid year since
he'd seen the brisk journalist.
Why hadn't he told her back then?
Chisato, who had approached him that night at L'Aqua,
who had told him she cared only for him--
Noel would admit, his nights, his days, his life--they
were blurred since then. She'd left him trapped in
smoked glass--or was it he who left her shattered?
The notebook--it wasn't enough anymore. Paper and ink
were no suitable medium for his fall. He'd been
thoughtless--
careless--
selfish
Chisato had been lovely--white curves in crisp, navy
linen; silken scarlet tresses sliced against cool
ivory oval--her eyes were cold, cold blue but her
smile was summer sunshine.
"Where are you, Chisa?"
Central City.
Noel left his frozen home for the one who had plagued
his every thought. The journey wasn't long--his
befriended Synard brought him anywhere he wanted to
go--and it seemed to understand the urgency of his
situation.
Onec there, he headed straight for the Nede Chronicle.
The whole city reminded him of a cast iron lock-box,
he hated it, but he had to stay inside long enough for
the treasure.
Chisato was easily found--she stood gracing huge, mechanical
typesetters, her delicate shape slightly bent toward
the paper she was holding.
Dark lashes lost over still-wet text, one
long-fingered hand poised on the swell of her hip--
Noel took a deep breath, stepped forward, and grazed
his lips against her warm cheek.
She jumped, dropped her paper, never was one for
precognition
Noel kept close, waiting for something positive.
"Noel! Wh-what are you doing here?" She stammered,
hot tint flushing her lightly-freckled cheeks.
"I...changed my mind." He explained, black eyes
locking onto hers.
"Changed?" She was so surprised.
"I recognized my heart, Chisato..." he clarified,
voice dropping as it softened, his lips moving in on
her ear.
She closed her eyes and gripped his arm with both
hands.
"I'm bringing you home now." Noel finished, brushing
his tongue lightly against her earlobe.
Chisato was trembling now--Noel knew how his assertion
had struck her.
He knew that something real could never be too late.