Antony saw the whites of the eyes roll , the slackening of the jaw, and knew he’d won. He stepped back and held his triumphant fists in the air, fee...ing the rush of victory cut through the pain in his chest and head. The crowd roared, and Antony tossed the curly black hair from his eyes. Those black eyes searched the stands for the general, looking for the signal that meant he could rest. He passed over a woman in a bright green robe, not noticing the intent eyes that were fixed on him. He. We gasped at each other, unable to utter another sound, save the sucking for breath. Reluctantly, I collapsed beside her. We looked into each others eyes and said nothing as we gently kissed and struggled for breath. We spoke nothing about the things we had felt, had shared. It had been too powerful and there was no need. We could each read the wonder of the experience in the other. A bonding of our selves that did not end with the parting of our bodies. For hours there was a soft touching. I had been shouting for almost five minutes now and if anyone else was around I’m sure they wouldn’t have been particularly happy to me hear what was going on in my life. “Who am I kidding though?” I mumbled falling backwards, “Life’s not simple. It hasn’t been simple since you two died.” Sighing, I looked at the tombstones of my parents, my tone admittedly becoming quieter as I calmed down. “Just once, I wish you guys would answer me, even if it was just to tell me that this is all my fault,. I wondered if I could tell her I crushed on her. Would she feel weird? Would she maybe find it exciting? I guess it wouldn't matter now. "You know... I kinda had a crush on you in high school." I said quietly. Her eyes got a bit wide and she smiled a little."Really?" she asked"Yeah, I thought you were pretty hot and sometimes had fantasies." I could feel my heart pounding from fear of what she might say. I blushed and looked down at my coffee. "You know, it's hard for school teachers to be.