Their Tale

Completing us

Thoughts of our encounter last night in Masters office bring me into a limbo because I knew the moment he told me stand and kneel on the cold wood floors, that I crossed a line. Being out with Andrew we were unable to speak about it further and I didn't even know if they wanted to. I need to be okay with the unknown of what this was, this being our new life.

The moment I left home, and was on my way to the dance academy I knew that my security detail was in full effect. The black SUV followed me the entire day, from the house, to the academy to Dr Meadows. Angels new life was something that brought unknown experiences all I could do was find a place of acceptance to Angles protection. Hesitant as I was, I was not hesitant about trusting him so I would do just that.

Taking a seat in Dr Meadows office I watch her as she walks to her cabinet and pulls it open. My file slipping out of the filing system followed by her closing the cabinet. She takes a seat in front of me, placing her black binder on the table and opens my file when he facial expression changes into one of confusion "Is everything okay?" I ask her in worry by her expression.

Tearing away from the file she nods "Yes, I guess I didn't file things in order. Just confused me when I opened the file." Makes sense. Plus, I am sure when working with something as fragile as people state of mines keeping things in order is important "Anyway, how have you been." With a sigh I explain last nights situation. Words going on into our minutes as we go through my state of mine.

Her words give me an outside perspective on my actions and words going into future situations "Do you think you are struggling with trusting him after the lies were exposed?" Taken back by the idea of it I take a moment to come to terms with her question. Her silence waiting for me when I find the words and reality of the situation "I trust Angel, I forgiving him was harder than trusting him, but it's not that. See when we were fighting, I was holding on to this control, over myself, over Celeste, and now I don't know how to switch it off. I feel like I am in this misunderstood limbo of dynamic."

Closing her book, she takes of her glasses and folds them into her hands "Evita, every partner in a relationship plays a role, whether it be dominant, submissive, loving, strong willed, even all at once they all have a place. Your relationship more so depends on these roles because they contain such fragile aspects. You need to find peace and pride in your role, and the role of the people you are with but also with yourself. You will never be one thing, but you can find a balance for all that you are."

I walk through the front door with a sigh from the day I have had. Slipping my keys into my bag I head upstairs for a shower knowing that Celeste is probably out with some art critics. Something big is coming up and she is waiting for tell us what it is until it is certain. She has been so anxious and busy in her studio because of it but excited more than anything else.

Walking to the bedroom my thoughts stay on her, the way she gives me life, a sun that never gives time for night and darkness. Some does I stay amazed at her simple ability to let go and trust. Not just the people around her, but trust herself.

She was a beyond belief, and that is saying it lightly. From the way she walked, talked, loved, gave, trusted she was a compilation of all that many wished to be and have. The sound of the shower door opening takes me from my thoughts making me turn when life a gift of life Celeste steps in. The air filled with steam creating an image of purity in the image of her.

Nothing will ever have my ready for the beauty that was her when she stood before me, whether it be while making breakfast or with hells lust in her eyes I couldn't get enough of her "You looked lonely." She comments coming into my arms, her lips starting at my shoulders "Your company is always accepted." I whisper as the water falls above us while he kisses follow up.