ELIDETH MERCURY RAISED AGAIN FROM HER ASHES TO BECOME A STRONGER WOMAN. WILL SHE BE ABLE TO FACE EVERYTHING THIS DANGEROUS TIME TRAVEL HAS IN STORE FOR HER?
There were bouquet of roses with passionate cards every damn day but it seemed they didn't mean a thing to her. It didn't mean a thing she was behind each one of my thoughts and kept writing song after song only to her either. "We must be apart", it was her last sentence and I couldn't get her.
That woman and I could understand each other with just a single glance, we worked beautifully in bed and in short, we seemed to be born to live together.
I never sent my last bouquet of roses meant for her. One morning, my mind opened up in such a strange and natural way. I touched my side of the bed as though I could find Elideth's warm body next to mine to start off the day pleasantly. But I was lying alone and I had been for such a while.
Everything came up to my mind suddenly. Each one of the moments I had shared with that woman. Everything, even what I found out about her, about my perfect wife. It was like a weird helplessness feeling. The same I felt sometimes when I was in the St. Peters boarding school. I was alone in this world, wasn't I?
- Phoebeeeee!
- What's wrong, Freddie? Peter has gone out shopping.
Paul also was useful at that time so I motioned him to lie by my side on bed.
- Do you want me to do something for you? -he asked me fixing his blue eyes on me.
- I'm not alone in this world, am I? -I looked up to him, waiting for an answer.
- Alone? Why are you saying that? I'm here with you. You got Peter, Joe, a whole bunch of new German friends.
I didn't bloody mean that. I just meant that wonderful feeling that exploded when I was in the hospital and I met her face. Not only it had vanished away but also it had soiled. Till it became a bad joke.
- Well, I'm feeling lonely. And I don't want to. I want to stop feeling this way.
If Elideth was not a part of my days anymore, this was going to be a little chaos and I fought against that idea. Her influence over me pissed me off and I wanted to make up for it.
- I will always be by your side, Freddie. You know it so well.
The Irish was encircling tightly my waist and seemed to look over my face with such different gaze. With real and genuine desire.
- Darling, don't hold me so tight, I won't go anywhere -I smiled at him gently.
His gaze upon me was strange but yet I didn't feel awkward. I trusted him blindly. He would never hurt me.
- I'm sorry -he apologized loosening his hands around my waist. Then he put them on my naked back, massaging softly my shoulder blades in circles-. Is that good?
I nodded, smiling. Then he gently laid me face down and kept massaging my back. And kept asking if everything was alright.
From time to time I could feel his lips between his massages. Just twice, little kisses all along my back. I played it down, between Paul and I was a close and physical relationship. Kissing each other was not weird. There were kisses good-night and these were kisses good-morning.
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