A Beautiful Tragedy

Chapter Two

She always kept her distance from everyone, she always kept herself just out of anyone's grasp. And those who were allowed close - who knew her real story - well let's say that I imagined them sworn to secrecy. Not a single one of those souls allowed into her inner circle ever spoke a word of her true being, or personality. It was like it was all a game to her, and the only people who knew the truth were the game administrators. The rest of us, we were just the players; always getting played while the truth  of her ways was hidden behind a thinly veiled curtain hanging just before our eyes.

Of course, with a face like hers, deceit was the last thing she'd be accused of. But back then, little did we know that Roxanne and deception were quite well acquainted.

Her name said it all; the feel of the letters as they brushed across your tongue…Roxanne. Fire, passion, love, hatred, jealousy, desire, and most of all soul; when put together, they made her a feisty force to be reckoned with.

In fact, she was quite the spectacle; a sight to beheld. Though, no matter how hard she tried to hide it, her inner demons never failed to pull her back under.

While her wealth and grandeur masked her troubled soul quite well, if you looked close enough, there were always signs. And maybe we all didn't know to look, or maybe none of us cared enough to. But in the end her story is always the same. No matter how many different ways you put it, she lost herself and couldn't pick up the pieces before her time ran out.

Her existence was short-lived and fast-paced with all the experiences that anyone could ever hope for; danger, happiness, defeat, and love. Above all things, she experienced love and always struck while the iron was hot.

But Sir Roy was different for her. He was her male equivalent. For her deceit, he matched her just the same with his cunning words. For her beauty and grace, he matched her with his handsomely chisled features that never failed to make the girls swoon at the sight of him. And for her red-hot passion, he matched hers with his, causing their love affair to burn as bright as the sun blazing high on a summer afternoon on the American peninsula of Florida.

And while their time together was short, that didn't mean that it couldn't have been love. If you'd have been there and seen them together - the way they looked at each other - you'd of known how love was supposed to look. It was as if they couldn't stop looking, as if for that split second that they looked away, the other could just slip from their grasp. And even when they weren't right next to one another, or open about their relationship, their held gazes were always filled with a lust and longing that none of us could have ever possibly understood. 

With them, it was be or be forgotten; it was do or get pushed aside. If you asked one too many questions, they would simply answer with one word and leave you in the dust of their excursions.

Together they were dangerous and beautiful, passionate and powerful. And I don't think that there was a single person out there that could tear their souls apart...except for maybe their own.