Winny the Aloof

Story by ZeHell-ScythefanToo

Whoops, November flew by too fast. I wanted to get more out than what I have here, but I guess that's how life goes sometimes. Have another one of my personally termed "short 'n' sweet"s that has been rolling around in my head, waiting to get out... and, yes, I am a cheeky referential bastard. (But that somebody deserves it, heh.)

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"You're the best person I could ever know." That seemingly neutral statement glittered with special meaning in the sapphic afterglow, an appropriated, significant thought from a lover who I believed, in all her infinite conceptions, could not have shared the sentiment any better. I ran my fingers through her long, golden hair, still curious as to how we reached this outcome but not at all regretful or conflicted. In fact, I didn't even know I was looking for this, but once I'd found my way here, I knew it was where I wanted to be. Why would I ever want to turn away?

"I love you too," I answered my girlfriend, our bodies both languid in the evening moonlight.

I didn't even want to take a step back, not a single fraction of an inch or the tiniest millimeter. Not that I was afraid that that was all it took to see the great bridges before us crumble, or our grand friendship dissolve, but a single word comes to mind in this moment, and it describes how long I would've liked it to encompass: forever. Taking a step back meant setting foot outside the zone, outside the greatest time of my life I knew couldn't last but wished it to: forever. The thought gives me chills and giggles like you wouldn't believe, a plume of blissful happiness that yet continues to blossom and bear its orgasmic shocks of fruit.

And yet I couldn't stop myself from reflecting. I realized perhaps forgivingly too late that this meant forever was impossible, though there was no one at blame for that and no retribution was called upon for ruining the momentous occasion. Winny, Winnifred Phillips, the friend in my arms, was the last person I thought I'd find myself in bed with, much less kissing, hugging, and sexing, but the first person I was definitely glad to show a good time, especially after 'the hurdle jump', so I might say.

We'd been friends for practically ever. First neighbors, then schoolmates, then project pairings - practically for every single project, except when the teachers thought it was best to assign our groupings based on arbitrary counting (and even then, we'd secretly collaborate to ensure both of us understood what we were doing, if not to pave over any doubts in confidence relating with others) - then college roommates, and the list would still continue, so long as life wouldn't deign to pull us apart with a monkey wrench or a stampede of wild horses. (Why am I even thinking of those things? I don't want to jinx the moment!)

As things worked out, we never actually stopped being roommates. Living in the city wasn't cheap, even within the bright idea that both of us could compentently share one living space and effectively pay half the rent, although the arrangement wasn't unmanageable or even financially painful; more often than not, only anything beyond necessities seemed painful to budget around, and between my administrative salary and Winny's career as a librarian, we were secured in our expenses upon delicious home-cooked meals - chefs rotating, I made a mean stew while Winny liked to garnish our food - and maybe a handful of visits to movie theaters, amusement parks, or anything else that caught our interests together as friends... I was counting gas money here, too, when we considered trips to peaceful walks through gardens or even trail hiking and biking in the mountainous outskirts. Driving wasn't always cheap!

And after our shared activities, of course, both of us still had separate lives. More fair to say that Winny had a life, at least, since I myself did not socialize much - I would go jogging to keep up my fitness physique, I would cordially greet neighbors and passersby all the way around to block so as not to appear a total stiff, and I shot the shit with co-workers next to the drinking cooler on break. As far as grand networking went, however, whatever connections I truly had could have been best summed in a single word: 'internet'. In all other regards, I kept to myself since Winny was the only friend I felt I could truly trust with the discretion of a close relationship - I'd done that sort of dance before, in younger, more naïve times, and only received ostracization from others. I think I'd be lucky if people even so much as blinked in my direction were I to attend a high school reunion.

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