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My Sacrifice	By : Cimorene Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Creed Views: 1290 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“We’ve seen our share of ups and downs,
Oh how quickly life can turn around in an instant.
It feels so good to reunite.
Within yourself and within your mind,
Let’s find peace there.” ~ Creed

The raised voices of the crowd broke through my reverie. He was here, the limo pulling up to the curb. As he got out, he was surrounded by a phalanx of bodyguards intent on keeping the crowd from reaching him. He waved and absently smiled at the people clamoring to get his attention. I caught my breath at the sight of him. The boy had grown to such a man. The pictures I had seen didn’t do him justice, didn’t capture the intensity of his presence. A commotion near me drew my attention momentarily, so I missed when his eyes grazed over me, then returned. When I looked back, he was out of sight. I let my breath out with a shudder. So I had seen him. I had done what I had come to do. Turning to go, I pushed my way through the milling crowd. A hand on my arm stayed my progress, I turned to see one of his bodyguard’s. Silently he handed me a folded piece of paper. I read the writing on it, thanked the man and continued my way out of the crowd. Walking down the block, I find a bench to sit on. I sit, rocking back and forth, the paper crushed in my hand. He wanted to see me! Wanted to talk. His hotel and room number were written in the note, as well as me tme to come. Tonight, tonight after all this time of little contact. He had sent a card when my Dad died, expressing his sorrow and explaining why he couldn’t come to the funeral. That was three years ago, nothing since then. Now he wanted to see me.

I was met in the lobby by one of his men, a rather nice looking guy with an Aussie accent. He chatted away to me as we rode up in the elevator, not minding that I wasn’t answering him. When the doors opened, he pointed down the hall toward another man standing outside a door halfway down the hallway. I thanked him and walked on shaking legs to the indicated door. He knocked and stood back. I took a deep breath, trying to still the shakes that had taken over my body. A moment later the door opened and I was looking into those amazing eyes for the first time in five years. We just stood there, staring at each other. He looked as nervous as I felt, a little smile hovering on his lips. “Come in, come in.” Stepping back, he waved me into the room. He shut the door and leaned back against it. I turned to see him taking a slow perusal up and down my body. I returned the favor ending at the grin he was wearing, giving him one back. Pushing away from the door, he motionedtowatoward the couch behind me. “Would you like something to drink?” I managed to sit without falling down. “Yes, whatever you’re having.” He grabbed a couple of beers, opening one to pass to me as he sat down. Turning so he faced me, he raised his beer in salute. “To old times and old friends.” I clinked mine on his, and took a drink. “Cheers!” I turned also, our bent knees touching in the center of the couch. He took a slow drink. We sat, staring at our beers for what seemed like forever. I chuckled. “Well, this is awkward!” Glancing up, he giggled. “Yeah, just a little. How have you been?” I answered, and we continued talking, the conversation getting easier as we loosened up. We talked of old friends and new, his career, my work. Occasionally we would touch, bringing a momentary pause, but I would smile and continue on, or he would. A couple hours passed, several beers drank. He was talking, I wasn’t listening to what he said, just letting the timbre and lilt of that fantastic voice wash over me. My eyes were closed, unaware of the tears seeping from the corners, unaware of him looking at me until he stopped talking. I opened my eyes to a look of longing and pain in his. He reached out to run his fingers along my jaw, down my neck, curling them around the back to pull me closer to him. Hesitating just a breath away, his tongue reached out to caress my lips. Mine came out to touch, drawing it in, our lips meeting at last. He deepened the kiss, pulling me into his arms and onto his lap. I could feel his arousal under my leg, an answering ache in my own body. God, it had been so long! I lost myself in the remembered feelings, the ecstasy of his kisses. His body had matured, filled out, but it was still him. Smelled the same, tasted the same, felt the same.

His hand was undoing the buttons of my shirt when I came to my senses. I pushed away and stumbled to my feet. Holding my hands out to keep him back, I shook my head to clear it. “I didn’t come here for this. I’m not letting this happen, I can’t do this! Damn you, just leave me alone!” My legs gave out and I ended up sprawled on my ass on the floor. Curling up in a bateartears rolling down my face, I let out all the pain I had held onto for those long lonely years. I felt his arms pick me up, his body curl around mine. He started rocking, trying to sooth me with his voice. I wouldn’t have it, I struggled to awa away, but he held me tight. Cursing, ranting, I told him how he had hurt me, the pain he had put me through, how I had tried for so long to pull my life back together after he had left. Calming a little, I explained to him that I had finally got it right, that I didn’t need him anymore to make my life whole. I wasn’t going to let him hurt me like that again. Never again.

He never said a word. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. Slowly, he released me, not moving away just letting go. I rolled over so I was a few feet away, facing him. There were tears in his eyes when he raised them to me. God, such sorrow. “I’m sorry. I never meant..” I shushed him with a finger to his lips. “No, don’t. It was me. I was so wrapped up in you, in us, I couldn’t handle it just being me alone. Obsession is a hard addiction to break.” Taking his hand, I pressed it to my lips. “You gave me so much I am thankful for. Don’t be sorry, ever.” Leaning over, I kissed him gently. “I’ll always love you.” I wiped his tears and kissed him again. Getting to my feet, I put out my hand to help him up. He ignores it, rising to stand in front of me. He hesitates, then puts his arms around me. “I’ll always love you, always.” I hug him back, holding him to me a long moment. We finally let go. I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. My face is a wreck, I wash cold water over it to repair what I can. He’s sitting on the couch when I come out. The look on his face breaks my heart, but maybe we can both finally heal from this.
“I have to go.” He raises his head to meet my eyes. Sweet Jesus, how could I have had the love of this man? “If you ever need me, I’ll be here for you. You know that, I’ll be here.” I walked to the door, not looking back. “Yes, I know.”
Outside the door the lobby man was lng ang against the opposite wall, waiting. He pushes off to walk with me to the elevator. I was barely listening to him. “So, you and the Man were mates back in the old days, heh?” I nodded, “Yeah, in the old days.” We reach the doors and he presses the down button. “So, you two must have been quite the thing with the sheilas, heh?” The doors open and I get in. Turning to press the button, I smiled at him. “Yeah, quite the thing with the sheilas, that was us alright.”
“When you are with me, I’m free…I’m careless…I believe.....
Above all the others we’ll fly,
This brings tears to my eyes.........
My sacrifice
I just want to say hello again.” ~ Creed
~END~
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