Just for Tonight

7.

" When I was a young journalist, I was specialized in the field of sports, especially Formula One racing. I met Ian, a pilot. I interviewed him and asked him some questions about his private life. He was pissed off and asked me if I had any free time after the interview because he wanted to lecture me on how to do my job properly. I was taken aback but at the same time I was curious to hear what he had to tell me. "

She smiled softly, remembering her sweet memories.

" He took me to a bar and he told me why I shouldn't ask about privacy. I listened carefully and agreed with him. The conversation continued and before we knew it, the night was over. He wasn't mad at me anymore of course, and we both wanted to keep in touch. I followed him and the F1 races throughout the season and we fell in love. We were like two birds which couldn't be separated. He was my everything, my sun and moon and I was his. We loved each other so much that it hurt. "

Now she cried and Ville held her tighter in his arms.

" Our love was kept secret for three years because it was my job to be around him and other pilots, and I wasn't allowed to have a relationship with any of them. But he proposed to me... And we got engaged. We thought that after the wedding we would find a solution. Nothing else mattered but our love. I was so proud of him. "

She took a deep breath and leaned deeper into Ville's embrace. Ville kissed her neck to give her more courage.

"One day... A race... He took a sharp turn and didn't see another pilot trying to pass him from the inside of the turn. It happened right in front of me, I was sitting on a platform to watch and comment the race. There was a loud noise. The cars immedialely went up in flames. I couldn't believe my own eyes. I couldn't even understand what had just happened. It was so... Unreal. Then I heard people screaming and crying around me. The fire. And the firemen. And I passed out."

She turned and looked in Ville's eyes. They were filled with tears and hers too.

" I guess now you understand better what I'm dealing with. Death and love, entwinded. Grief. Even if it happened five years ago, it seems to be yesterday in my heart. "

She sighed and wipped off her tears and Ville's with her little hand.

" I don't know what to tell you..." Ville muttered. " I am so sorry for your loss . I wish you didn't have to go through grief. I wish I could do something to make you feel better".

"You do. Holding me in your arms. You make me feel... Alive. With a broken heart, but alive" she smiled at him.

He wanted to kiss her then, deeply, to somehow ease her pain, but he was sure it wasn't the next move to do. He kept her in his arms until the cold made them go back to the bus. He spent the night with her, cuddling her until the morning came.

The next day, he searched on the internet about an accident in a race car, five years previously. He added the name " Ian" and found lots of press articles about that sad event. And a picture of Ian. He froze. The man on the pic was... Handsome, in an amazing way. Dark mid-long hair, deep blue eyes. He was trully beautiful with a face made by angels. He searched for more pics and his previous statement was the same. Ian was the most beautiful man Ville had ever seen.

The night gig was difficult for the band. Ville seemed to be pissed off with everything. The sound, the rythm, the equipment. He forgot some lyrics on "Resurrection" and stumbled on the electric connection cables on the stage.

Right after the show, he went straight to the bus and pretended to sleep when the other members arrived.

Chloe took a cigarette out of her pack and went outside, Migé on her feet.

"Talked to him ?" he gently asked.

She lit her cigarette, exhaling slowly. "Yeah, I did. Maybe I shouldn't have. Did you see how he acted tonight?"

Mige chuckled. "Yeah, it wasn't our best gig."

"I told him about my past, about something... painful. And now he seems mad. I just don't understand his reaction."

"I'll talk to him. He can't go on like this—it's never a good sign when he loses it while we're on tour," Migé said, giving her a reassuring look. "And you? Are you all right?"

She gave him a weak smile. "I'm fine, Migé. Thank you for asking, my friend. I'm okay... no matter what he does."