Never Say Goodbye
Keywords: Goodbye, Never, Say,
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"Copyright neonurotic, April 2005
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
*"
I
Begin, again
"Are ya sure darlin?" Kash said, taking a swig straight from the champagne bottle. "I can drive." Grinning big, knowing that he was too drunk and not capable of driving them home. "Really."
Laughing, "Sure you are, silly," Lily wrapped her arms around his waist and nipped his chin before she kissed him. "Give me those keys." She reached into his front pants pocket.
Up close, he caught the scent of her rose attar perfume. "Mmm, baby," he set the bottle on top of the top of the car and held her tight. "You start that now and we'll never get home." He growled, crushing his stirred erection into her vee.
A perfect fit—Lily Devereaux was his—literally. Tomorrow afternoon, she'd take his name and be Mrs. Corbell. It would be a strange day; some would even say that hell had frozen over because that was what he had sworn it would take for him settle down with one woman. A few short months ago, to him, monogamous rhymed with monotonous for a reason, and marriage just wasn't an answer to any sort of questions he had ever asked before.
Normally he was the cynical, broody type, but Lily changed that when she breezed into his studio seven months ago. From the start, the strawberry blonde captured his attention and held it the first day she sat for him. By the end of the session, he had memorized every intimate curve of her bare honey-glazed skin with his charcoals and pastels on canvas. Every day thereafter, he fell deeper in love with his muse and it showed in his work—she'd given soul to his art.
"The quicker you let me drive you home," her free hand dipped down the front of his jeans, ran the length of him, and palmed the head where she squeezed until he groaned in pleasure. "The faster you and I can be tucked in bed, taking care of this."
Reluctantly, he pulled away. "Deal." He fished the car keys out of his pocket, handed them over, and retrieved the bottle he placed on top of the car. "You drive... I'll get drunker."
In the car, Lily laughed, trilling and melodious. "Kash, honey," she turned the engine over while stepping on the gas a few times, revving it before she backed out the parking space and out of the lot. "I don't think it's possible for you to be more drunk than you already are." It began to mist, which quickly turned into pelting drops and made her switch the windshield wipers on high speed.
"Oh, I can, but I don't think you want me to." He grinned at her. The interior lights from the driving panel cast a low glow on her beautiful, angelic face. Even as intoxicated as he was, his artistic eye brushed over the pretty curves of her pout. "I'd pass out and you'd have to drag me into the house." "I'd leave you in the car and take advantage of you where you are."
"Hmm, well you can't take advantage of the willing," he wagged his eyebrows, even though she couldn't see him in the dark. He sipped the rest of the champagne, and tossed the bottle in the backseat. The car took a jolt to the side as one of the tires left the road. "Hey careful there, we want to be in one piece." He teased her, now wondering about her driving capability.
Had she drank more than he thought? "Maybe I should've called for a cab", he thought as a deer crossed onto the road in front of them. For a moment, everything was crystal. All he could think of was how magnificent the deer was with its eight point, set of antlers as Lily jerked the steering wheel to the right. The car left the road where they narrowly missed a massive cedar tree, but crashed into the top edge of an embankment instead. The passenger door popped open and Kash, without his seatbelt on, he flew from the car, slammed the back of his head on the door as he flew out. The last he saw was Lily's face twisted in horror as the car tipped into the water filled ravine. He hit his head again; this time against the just 'missed' tree, and saw nothing more.
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"Underwater, tranquil, and calm he lazily floated down stream, smiled at Lily who held his hand as they went along. She began to tell him a story in a soft voice, which he couldn't hear so he asked her to speak louder, but she only spoke lower. Her story telling turned urgent and the stream became turbulent. Panic gripped him as he realized she wasn't telling a story, but choking, drowning instead—calling him.
Lily screamed, "Help me, help me, WAKE UP!""
Shaken, now suddenly aware, no longer stuck in a nightmare, Kash listened to the sounds that surrounded him. The "blip, blip "of a monitor"," the antiseptic smells of rubbing alcohol, iodine, and bleach told him where he was—in a hospital. "The accident", he thought fuzzily; his eyes flew open, worried about Lily. If he was lying in bed, what happened to her? He tried to sit up, but found that he was too weak to do so. "Am I paralyzed"? He wondered, moving" "his hands and feet to check, relieved to see he could move. He glanced around, found the call button, and pressed it. Seconds later, a nurse appeared, smiling broadly.
"Oh, Mr. Corbell, I am so glad you woke up on my shift!" The nurse exclaimed. "We've been waiting ever so long for the artist to come back to us."
"Is Lily here at the hospital too?" He asked, seeing the nurse's face turn white at this question. Afraid, his heart thumped wildly in his chest. "Where is she?"
"I-I shouldn't b-be the one to tell you." The nurse stammered.
"Tell me what?" He asked as worry creased her brow. "Tell me!"
"Now, Mr. Corbell please settle down. Your doctor is on his way and he will explain everything." She busied herself with what he supposed was his medical chart and medications. "I am sorry."
Kash glared at her, "Sorry about what?"
"Iris," said a boyish looking man who wore a white coat over a sloppy set of blue surgical scrub clothes appeared at the door. "Please get Mr. Corbell a pitcher of ice water will you?"
"Sure, Dr. Franklin." The nurse replied, giving Kash a sympathetic look before leaving the room. "I'm glad you're awake."
"Where is Lily?" Kash posed the same question to the doctor.
"Mr. Corbell, you and Miss Devereaux were in car accident nearly seven months ago. You've been in and out of a coma due to a head injury." Dr Franklin informed him.
"Seven months... and Miss Devereaux?"
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but Lily Devereaux didn't survive the accident."
If he had not just woken from a long coma, he surely would've passed out because in that exact moment, it felt like every artery, vein and capillary that carried blood instantly dried up. His heart stopped and so did his whole world.
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Sweat dripped down the middle of his back and threatened to roll elsewhere, but he mopped it up with the tail of his T-shirt. One more set of eight with the cable pulleys was all he had left to do for his right deltoid, but his shoulder already screamed for him to quit. "Quit? What a joke", he thought with sarcasm, pushing air through gritted teeth as he shrugged the bar of the pulley forward and moved it across his chest. After four months of physical therapy, it still took a lot of effort to do the exercises designed to make him strong again. The recovery after the coma was a long and extremely painful one as he learned how to walk all over again. What made it more difficult was the fact that he had stopped caring about himself, everyone, and everything around him. The love of his life was dead and so was he inside.
On the last repetition, his arm shook uncontrollably, "Damn," he released the pulley; letting the weights clatter noisily together. "That's it. That's all I can do."
"Kash, you did the whole routine without resting or giving up!" Holly, his physical therapist exclaimed with much enthusiasm while she placed an icepack on his shoulder. "That is a lot of improvement, I'm so proud of you."
"Ya, ya, ya. So you say that now," he mockingly rolled his eyes at her, "But that still won't buy me an easier routine next time, now will it?"
"No. I am afraid not, but it does give one less day of torture with me." She grinned, but with a note of sadness in her blue eyes as she had a mad crush on him. "How about that for a reward?"
"Nothing personal, but that sounds great to me." He grimaced, adjusting the icepack.
Holly took the pack, "Too much ice?" She opened the flannel over-wrap of the pack and removed a few ice cubes from the bag. She popped one cube into her mouth, tossed the others in the trash, and wrapped the pack again. "Sometimes the ice edges can be too sharp." Slurring, she said around the ice cube in her mouth while replacing the pack on his shoulder. "You just have to have fewer cubes or melt the ice a little to fit the curve." She flirted.
Almost from the start of his treatment program, she had rehabilitated more than his arms and legs. Kash mourned the loss of Lily and felt nothing for Holly other than just a friendly patient-therapist relationship, but still, he was a man; she appealed to that part of him that wasn't dead. Since he still loved Lily, he kept the emotional aspect out of their arrangement by giving and receiving pleasure by hand or oral means. Holly had accepted his wishes, as she understood how he felt, although he suspected she was waiting for the day he would let Lily go.
Staring at the ice cube between her lips, he replied, "And you certainly know how to melt my hard edges, don't you?"
"I think I've made it routine enough that you fit nicely in the curve of my mouth," she knelt between his open knees and nuzzled the crotch of his pants, dripping ice cold water onto his stiffening cock. She unknotted his drawstring, tugged on his pants, and shimmied them down his thighs. "You're not wearing shorts, Kash. I think my treatment plan needs to vary so my blowjobs won't be expected rewards.
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Keywords: Goodbye, Never, Say,