Months passed, summer time was over and my head healed. My hair was back. Mum said I could go back to school since the matter with May’s death had calmed and everyone had accepted the fact that she was gone.

She had earlier gone to the principal and pleaded for me to continue along with my mates since I had spent up to six months at home. I missed a whole semester and half but I was smart enough to catch up especially with the help Little Amy offered me to help me with her notes and literally teach me all I had missed.

My agreed that Little Amy would come over with me and spent at most three hours teaching me whatever she could for that day everyday from Monday to Friday; Saturdays were off.

I went to school the following Monday, had a few classes in the morning and went lunch break in the cafeteria. I went to the table I and May usually sat to eat and chat and spend time together. It was awkward and different but I managed. I couldn’t help but think about the last time we were here on the day before she died.

We had smoothies that Friday and drank a couple of cold soda, chatted a while about school work and how she sneak into my room that night for studies. I laughed when she proposed the idea of a sleepover study.

“Really? Sleepover study! We both know that we won’t study” I looked at her with a fading laugh. “You’re my worst distraction”

“At least we will try” she replied looking at me with the off course not face and I will eat you up tonight smile on her pale white beautifully contoured face. “You distract me more than I do you”

We met as agreed and tried reading. At least we tried like she said. She arrived at my house and I heard something hit my window. Anytime she came she would throw something at my window and if I didn’t answer or open the window the third time she would know that it is not a good time or mum was around awake and vigilant. I knew it was her that time so I stood from my bed where I had been sitting down and staring at the window waiting for that sound to alarm me she was here already. One time I even stood up to go check whether I could see her before she got to the fence of my house.

She drew the ladder to my window and started for my window about 13 feet above the ground. I stretched my hand towards her when she had only three steps to the end of the ladder steps. She held me and I pulled her up onto the window frame but before she got down the upper corner of the slightly inclined window which opens out wide caught her gown and immediately she drooped to the ground in my room the hem of her gown up about 3 inches tore in a straight line like someone used a ruler and a razor blade to cut a straight line into that part of her gown.

“Yuck! My gown is torn”. She drew torn part to her sight and frown in disgust of what happened. “I really love this gown and it’s blue so I wore it for you; now it is ruined”

“Don’t worry I still love and I can fix it if you want” I beckoned at her so I can take a closer look. “It is not a bad area and I can sew it now. Just stop frowning. It’ll be okay; come and sit down let me get a thread and a needle from my drawer.

“A needle and a thread? You can sew? Wow! I can’t wait to actually see you stitch” She said with her hand over her mouth. “You can literally sew?”

“Yes! Why is that surprising?” I asked wondering why the fact that I can sew is freaking her out.

“No offence, but you look far away from house hold ethics and chores and strike me as a mummy’s boy. I can’t even imagine you doing dishes” She replied.

“Ouch! I didn’t see that coming!” I said. “Don’t worry! I’d surprise you one day and you’d stop thinking me too posh even to help my mum at home”

“I can wait! I look forward to it then!” She said jumping off the bed slightly and bouncing back on it.

“Okay, I won’t let you down! That’d be letting my self-esteem down and an eternal veil will encroach my home talents” I assured her and stood in front of her with the needle and thread not knowing how to go about the sewing while she was still wearing the gown.

She noticed my confusion, “Should I take it off?” She asked. This is that part where the pervert in you jumps and throws a fist in the air for a perfect dunk; honestly would you say no to an offer like this? I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t besides I need to stitch her gown, my favorite gown and I can’t stand the chance of piercing her with the needle because that would seal the fact that I’ve lived my life all to posh for house hold chores as she and so many fallen from around and school as at that time believed.

“Yes. Only if you want to” I replied trying as much as possible not to show the nervous curiosity all over me. “I don’t know if I can sew it with you wearing it. That would be uncomfortable for me if I was in your shoes and we are one technically which means you feel how and what I feel if I am allowed to put it that way” I pointed covering what I really I meant by ‘feel what I feel’ but she was no dummy at all; sometimes I think she is smarter than I am.

“Yep I would be uncomfortable because we are one and I want to be more one with you than we already are especially now more than ever because I feel what you feel probably more than you feel it now” She giggled at me. Busted she caught me. I was referring to the desire to touch and hold and kiss and a lot of things I shouldn’t word-out now; reading is the last of those desires now by the way if it even was part of it since the time we agreed to meet and read and there are lot of things one can read that is not written on paper but on the hot pale skin of one’s love with a wonderful learning environment such as the heat gushing out of the explosion of understanding and sensational inspiration if I get the words right. To be honest I never saw myself reading a book. Would you seat almost three hours staring at the window listening out for footsteps and yearning for the sign of arrival of a worship worthy and adorable princess for geography or math or SAT preparations? For me it’s a no; I don’t know about you. Everyone’s got a mind and body of their own or so I thought then. Now mine just wants to read so let’s get the stitching over with and start reading.

“Yeah! Smart ass silly drama queen; you got me, you always do” I smiled and looked at her in the eye and asked “Would you or should I give you a hand?” I knew the answer but where is the fun if there is no question. I could just pull it off without saying a word to her and she’d let me but why rush when the clock’s lost its tick. I respect her too much not to ask and I love to play the game if you know which one that is great but if you don’t you’d find out soon; like I said there are things I better not say and let you discover.

“Do me the honor!” She stood up walked towards me until there was at most zero inch of space between us. She was up close or too close; which is not bad at all for me. I could feel her soft skin on mine; my heart was pound very fast now but at a pace only she could control; in times like this with her I can’t control my heartbeat not that I could or anyone could but there’s this thing she does to me that kills my engine body and starts it with more power than I could ever have or think off. When she is close to me skin against skin, passion against desire and sweat against the shrills of cold running through me making me shiver at intervals; I feel my strongest yet so weak; this is a puzzle I could never solve. How does she make everywhere so quiet? My heart was beating against my chest like it was trying to break free from its cage. The only thing I could hear was the beating of our hearts so heavy and loud. She looked at me straight in my eye. I could see myself in her eyes beneath the brilliance in her eyes.

“Do you mind” she asked me lifting both her hands up like a kids waiting for s to pull their clothes for warm bath before going out to the park or shopping for new toys.

“I ….” She kissed the words back into my mouth. Her lips so soft, tender and delicate yet the feel strong on mine, piercing my being causing me to tremble. My legs were weak but I tried to hold myself up. My hands found their way down her way down her thigh and I caressed her it gently from up her knee to her inner thigh from underneath her gown. She let out a soft moan and kissed me even harder. I was going upward to her navel when she pulled my hands to her waist and pressed her hands on mine urging me to hold her tighter and pull her much closer to my body.

“I want you now” She said looking at me; her eyes searching mine.

In moments you feel like you have been dead all your life and you finally have a chance to live and trust me we did live.