Living The Dreams

Mr. Mateo cared less about pouring rain ––not so heavily though–– as he trod the watery paths and even splashed into rain pools and though he had on the comfort of his puffer-style coat but he shivered with restless abandon.  The loud noises could be heard from a long distance; the cheering of drunk and slightly drunk men, the clattering of tankards and the soft tone of Klavierstück.  Mr Mateo smiled. "Guess there's a huge amount of chilling in the house tonight" he muttered staring expectantly at the tavern. He stopped at the entrance when he got to the building, sighed with a smile and pushed the door open with a force that could be likened to the arrival of a military... The crowdy hall became quiet immediately at his arrival, few men sitting round a circle table banged on the poor wooden table with their fists as several acknowledgments flooded in. &nbs

Mareili coughed slightly as Leon broke slowly from the kiss, He met her wide gaze, this was the first time she was kissed.    "You kissed me" Mareili said with a look of surprise as she grazed her lips with her fingers. "You really kissed me"   "I know, I'm your first kiss right?"   Mareili flushed, she wasn't expecting this question, she nibbed at her lip unconsciously and in the next second, Leon grabbed her into himself, he slammed his lips on hers again, kissing her with a rough but sweet rhythm which Marieli seemed to have fallen in love with.    His fingers grazed the skin of her arm, tracing it up to her nape, his wandering hand rested below her ear and he took her even more to himself, he had been longing for this in a while now, to finally kiss this girl, feel her... and even become one with her.    His other hand went to her wrist and he took it to his be

Mareili rounded up her lunch and retired her room, she took up one of her Mom's Novels and lay on the bed to read. As she read the book which talked about a teenage girl facing challenge, an idea pooped into her head and she immediately scampered out of the bed, heading to her Mom's room, she had decided not to visit the room until her Mom's funeral but she needed something to pour out all her thoughts and she could only find it in her Mom's room. The door screeched loudly as she opened it, the room still had her mother's scent, mixed with the strong smell of books... and it still looked the same. Mareili stood and stared at her Mom's study table which had a desk lamp and neatly arranged set of books on it, that was her Mom's favorite spot, she remembered always having to sit on the bed and watch her mom write. "Nope, not now Mareilli" Mareili muttered when she felt her eyes water, she slapped herself and walked to her Mom's drawer. She knew her mom was prone