I stepped on the porch of our small house, looking for any shadows to appear from the windows. But nothing was moving. I slowly opened the door and called her name, feeling it's sweetness in my mind.

"Pearl," I called again, looking for her. I stepped into the kitchen and watched her as she turned, her arms around her waist, as if she's protecting herself.

Protecting herself from me.

Pearl shielding herself from Hunter.

"I didn't know you were coming today," she mumbled, her still around her waist.

"I missed you," was the first thing that rolled off my tongue.

"Yeah?"

"Too much," I settled my bag from my back and to the floor, walking towards her. She froze in her place, as if my presence has become intimidating to her. I walked three steps in her direction before my hands reached for her face, and my thumbs softly caressing her cheeks.

"You don't miss me?" I asked and she looked away. She didn't want to answer.

I claimed my lips over hers and kissed her gently, my hands in her wavy hair. She didn't move, nor her lips. She just stood their, hugging herself like I had no longer impact on her.

"Kiss me," I whispered over her dead face. She shook her head and leaned back, looking at me.

"What's wrong?"

Shock crossed her beautiful features before she arched her brow, "Was she better?"

"Who?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"That..."

"That who Pearl?"

"That bitc-"

I kissed her with all my strength, silencing the mesmerizing voice of hers.

23/11/2015