‘What is this temptation?... Why do you constantly punish me with your absence?... Why do these dark thoughts torment me... Thoughts that say you'll never come back?’
He unlocked the door and entered his home…
Threw his coat on the bed…
"Oh, for heaven's sake!" He clapped his hands over his head.
"She did it again..." He sat next to the bird and gazed into its black eyes. "You managed to get me into trouble again, My Rose."
He reached out to pet her…
She flinched backward, clinging to the bars of the cage.
Ben smiled…
"And The Masked One won't let me touch her either, just like this."
He paused…
Silenced…
Forgot to breathe…
How did he not notice this before?!
A letter!
A brown note left beside the cage!
"When the full moon adorns the night, then expect the Crimson Rose... Expect a beginning, where there was an end."
'drawn violin key'
"I will live for that day, my lady..."
And all his senses surrendered to the beautiful smell that wafted from the letter.
…
In a deep bowl, she dissolved coffee in water, and passed an ordinary, white sheet of paper inside…
She took it out brown, to make it look old.
Locked the door to her room…
Lit all 20 candles with a match... Fragrant candles, with a scent of roses.
Filled a glass with red wine.
And took a pen from the desk…
With her mouth, she removed the cap... And lowered it to write…
But before she began, she stopped... Considered.
She went to the safe, and took out a quill and ink from it…
She didn't plan to write to Ben with a pen…
It had to be more than perfect.
And every detail mattered.
She meticulously linked the letters…
Contemplated,... Constantly, emptying the glass.
Felt warmth, so she unbuttoned her shirt.
Took the perfume, and began to pulse it on the bulbous pump, applying from the intoxicating scent onto the letter.
She was in her room... Still working on the letter.
When suddenly…
The door began to unlock…
Someone entered…
Benjamin Marcano, in a unique, black, timeless suit…
His aura of allure touched the zenith.
'Oh, my goodness!'
"Ben... You..."
He grabbed her, pressing his luscious lips against hers…
And gifted a French kiss, intertwining his tongue with hers…
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THE ETERNAL FIRE
RomansaThis is a story about two people. About the victim and the bully. About pain and happiness, joy and sadness. Can all that is forgiven be forgotten? Does age justify the act? If a child murders someone, will he be forgiven because he is a child? If t...
