I Solemnly Swear - Tales of Love and Loss

Dive into the land of love and desperation with 'I Solemnly Swear'. A collection of short stories both written and compiled together by Nella Grace, this book will have you laughing and crying in no time.
The stories in this book are based on songs, dreams and real life experiences.

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1. The smell of Rain

 

I love the smell of rain. I love how it’s indescribable, that the only way you can even begin to describe it is to say it smells like rain; it is what it is. I love the way the light dances on the pavement, glowing softly. I love the feel of the water on my shoes as I walk through shallow puddles. I love the feel of the water trickling down my face in narrow streams, awaking my senses; alive and refreshed. I love the sound of thunder, clouds clapping above, singing in harmony with the rain; sending shivers down my spine. I love the way lightning flashes across the sky, reaching as far as the wind can go; natures fireworks.

I love that day in May, when the weather was this sweet, walking home in the rain with drops on my cheeks. I remember walking the familiar path, along the familiar streets; bopping along to my iPod. I was singing softly, ‘I’ve got a ticket for the long way round, two bottles ‘a whiskey for the road…’ my method for keeping calm when walking alone. It was on the corner of Morgan Blvd that I saw him, soaked to the bone, looking as cold and wet as I did. From where I stood I could see the way his grey shirt clung to his lean and muscular body, his hair falling limp; just reaching his cheek bones under the weight. As we got closer to one another I could hear him muttering softly, something with a steady beat. When our paths finally crossed we bumped into each other, causing me to lose balance. I’m not entirely sure who bumped into whom, but I do know that as I fell; I never hit the ground. Looking up I found myself gazing into the greenest pair of eyes I’d seen, suddenly becoming very aware of the strong arms around me, and keeping me up.  As I felt the heat creeping into my cheeks, and my throat close with nerves, I somehow managed to whisper, ‘Thanks’.  That was when I got to see the deepest, most adorable dimples this side of the universe has ever seen. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my hands shaking ever so slightly. I remember the gleam in his eyes, the sweetness of his smile; and the undeniable spark of attraction we shared. Nor could I ever forget the shock I felt when I found my lips touching his. Our lips moved in sync, a soft, sweet; but powerful kiss shared between two strangers. I remember never wanting to leave those lips, to leave those arms. I remember the feel of his hand on the small of my back, the feel of his hair in my hands.

Then we had to breathe, separating our lips. I suddenly felt as though I was standing naked, the passion in the kiss leaving me raw and exposed. Not sure what to say or what to do, I stood there awkwardly; looking around at anything but him, even though I desperately wanted to. He cleared his throat, and in a low, raspy voice; left just as raw after the kiss as I was, he asked, ‘So, are you going to tell me your name?’ Looking up at him I saw a bright, gorgeous smile with those perfect dimples. My heart leapt and I wondered if he could hear the beat of my heart as clearly as I did. Taking a deep breath I whispered, ‘Ali, my name is Ali.’

He leaned in closely; I could feel his breath on my cheeks. Coming so close that I could almost feel his lips on my ear, he whispered; ‘That’s a very pretty name. My name is Harry.’ I could feel him smile, his lips still only millimeters away from my ear. ‘Harry, that’s a very nice name.’ I looked him directly in the eyes and whispered, ‘A very nice name, for a very nice kisser.’ He chuckled a little bit, the kind that’s not intended to offend, and he leaned in and kissed me again. This time was more passionate than before, his arms locked around me, pressing me close; my hand on the back of his neck, the other on his chest; wanting to be touching as much as possible. That is how we stayed for ages, two people who barely knew each other, kissing passionately in the rain.

I love how he gave me his number, with a kiss on the cheek; just before we went our separate ways. It wasn’t until I got home and looked at the poster on my wall, a perfect image of him and four other guys that I realized who he was. I just kissed THE Harry. Nothing could wipe the smile off of my face.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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