“Trick or Treat,” I cry with my two little sisters by my side. This house is the biggest one on the block, but it’s taking them forever to open the damn door. So, I blow my boyfriend of two years a quick kiss, and when I turn around; the two giant doors swing open to reveal my ex?
“Heyyyy Jen,” he grins at me.
“Hi.” I manage to squeak out.
“You look good.”
“Thanks.” I’m dressed as the devil’s mistress upon my boyfriend’s request.
My youngest sister exclaims, “we want candy!”
He nods, and gives each of my sisters handfuls of candy. They run off to the next house leaving me stranded there in shock.
“Hey love, you alright?” My boyfriend shouts from the sidewalk.
“Yes, can you keep an eye on them?” I call back without looking away from my ex’s built physique.
“Of course,” and I listen to him jog off after them.
“Love?” My ex raises an eyebrow at me.
“Yeah.” I open up my bag, but he holds off from handing me anything. I don’t know why I expect him to. So, I close it back up, and stare at the bulging muscles in his arms. If only-
“Sorry,” I whisper, and look around helplessly for my sisters.
“Don’t be.” He reaches out a hand, and squeezes my shoulder affectionately.
His hand is warm, and I shiver from the cold.
“Will you come inside?” He holds the door open wider.
I mean no, of course not, never, I settle for, “I can’t?”
“You sure?” He’s tempting, but I can’t.
I get caught up in his dark brown eyes. They’re nothing like my lover’s blue ones.
I’d forgotten how handsome-
He reaches out, pulls me inside the house. He closes the door, and presses me up against it.
“I’ve missed you,” his breath baths my cheeks in warmth, “do you want this?”
“Yes.” I whimper, and he kisses me hard on the mouth. Leaving me stunned, and senseless. I regain my thoughts, and push him away from me.
“What’s wrong ‘love’?”
I glare at his mocking tone, but grab him, and kiss him again.
I hate myself for still wanting him. I hate myself for still needing him. I hate myself for still loving him. I hate myself for dreaming of this reunion for the last five years.
J.G. Millie graduated with a four year B.A. in her passion for Creative Writing and Publishing at Sheridan College. She's bilingual in French and English, and is currently learning Spanish and German. Her favorite holiday is Christmas, but she can't stand the winter cold. So, she wanted to challenge herself to tell a story through poetry about snow and ice at war with each other. But in the winter, she's often hidden from the cold, under her covers, reading a good book. And her dream is to travel the world with her significant other.