Warrior dilemma...
Why suddenly those lips, they become strangers, but never known desired yours ... in that silence, a silence that hates when rings and rings a suffocating silence. He can't move under this quiet existence from its privileged stage just watch, regret comes alive with its opaque eyes devoid of future, with lips closed without being dumb ... like ... urges a reason to be imposed to the desire to have her around. Touching her...
He Thinks_: Do not sleep, tell me something!
Her lips ... her lips again and still feels like the vibrations course your blood inside his body and image in his head, still in pursuit. Feelings ... he coat, links, entangles, kills all... his fight is wild and silent, it cant stop feel like his mind vibrates. He can't stop craving and feel her body lives.
Only the moonlight steals in this wild darkness. She moves her head on the pillow involuntarily. He stops.
His Gloomy eyes looking her sleepy eyes, wanting to be lights that fire, and were obfuscated in the shadows of this lonely night...
He Thinks: Why can't I stop looking you.
Want desperately to remember his voice, one of its longed words, although his name said in anger and despair, never mind. But only, it's subtle and steady breathing tortures. Today is no exception, no longer supports its own scourge, bitterly wonders is this a life? do not know, do not understand, can't even imagine that the mind is fragile if the heart is not sure.
Nothing gets dispel the stubborn thinking misleading picture of that being, the subject of deepest desire that external heart hypnotizes his soul.
He Thinks_: dont sleep, tell me something.
Now that void that he fed, it was full force and fury is hungry and alone ... seconds slower traverse at this hour full of anguish ...
A black cloud covers his thoughts, and the witch moon illuminating her still asleep ... helpless angel ... the source of all their pain, the fountain where he want to satisfy every desire, to close his eyes while fatigued with delicate, soft white Paro's head leaning on hand.
... he sleep.
(By Anny14)
2 -Black tea and rain
Paro was afraid about could be this new life, but she want prove herself that she was a strong woman. "What happens to us when you wake up honey? Will you tell me it's better to finish everything? or maybe you give me a chance?"...
The best, for her, was not to assume that she knew everything, nothing was easy in her life, and she closed the door leaving the room.
Arise many times in life where you question what is real or what is product of your thoughts, that moment of ego in which you think what happens to others will never happen to you, and of course you happen. So, dawned on uncertainty ... or so it had come to believe.
She knew it was useless to expect, no one would, in itself her mind and body were in two different directions. Feelings were so strong she really could not find peace, she was so afraid, and was the only shelter she could find.
-o0o-
He did not understand because she was not just there, he did not ask for, nor cared tomorrow. He was stared at the empty pillow a few minutes, trying to overcome the fatigue; he had not slept well...
Always had that a knack for making your mind to rest, but since she is by his side all his thoughts become a torment of ideas, and the worst just happened ... if you see it and desire it are a scourge for him . His absence is even worse.
Each time he can't see her, is the closest thing to death, loneliness was her ally, her friend than he, and only her image makes unimportant time. His eyes desperately seeking his angel, crosses the room without finding a trace. Perceived urgency of his own body, which he is eager, if he had a choice she would never leave his bed. He was angry, stupid ideas, stupid emotions that keep you up, is more difficult to deal with his absence, exasperating, exhausting for this is complicated and discover a new sense ... fear.
Suddenly all the lessons that life had taught him escape through the window. The closed his eyes to see her come through the door with his head down in concerted a tray carrying a cup of tea.
She thinks, 'Why he cares me? Why I do care him? I hope he like the black tea without sugar, that's all I found in the kitchen - no one spends much time in this place, there are few tools, very little clothing. Where are your things? Has no staff ... no photos. I'll leave this on the bedside table before he wakes up.
He thinks simulating sleeping: What does skinny girl believe? Insignificant little woman, moves into my house becoming owner and filling every forgotten corner, she believes she has the right to disturb me, it doesnt matter, it is a mistake of having sought.
She says: - Sir, good morning. Want tea?
He opens his eyes and looks long, she is beautiful, feminine and even childish, and speaking seems to exercise the power to control your entire body. It is incorporated slowly and sitting on the edge of the bed. You can't stop watching her, she is always moving, or are your eyes watching all around without getting anything fixed, sometimes their hands walking embroidered dress or play with a lock of her long black hair.
He says:- oh, yes.
She moves her head gently down, watches for a fraction of second and goes away quietly without saying anything, really wants to tell him so many things, why can't watch him? Why urges away from him? He remembered woke up this morning and a shiver ran through her body, the touch of his hand protector ... and fear.
She held her breath, still feeling in his head that the absence left by contact.
It was not a mistake, it was not the time, and maybe it was that time. But not, perhaps fate was capricious with his plan, but no. He takes the cup and walks the room thoughtfully, rests his hand on the fogged glass from the window and see rain, taking long sips a black and bitter tea.
He realizes his own state, not out of its lethargy, durable, notes sheets abandoned long and wide as a desert.
He thinks: - so many things I do not want to remember It's been so many moments of sadness I have turned off my heart to do fade, my mind has been disappointed, my world has collapsed, have expired times where smiles arose naturally without forcing .
-o0o-
Three days earlier, before the rain.
She argues with someone in the room: As you may, my home, all my things ... I have not been anything.
The lawyer replies, - his father had many debts Miss, he leave you these things from your mother and this letter. I'm really sorry there is nothing I can do now. You are 48 hours. To leave the house ... You have to be strong lady!
She gutted the inside, look like the lawyer walked away, not wanting to look to the future but with hope.
She thought: Everything will calm down with time and things will become clear tomorrow...
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