Ballet, Apples and Wolves (Oh my!)

ProlOgue

"Ricci, come on let's go!" He looks at me helplessly into my eyes, searching for the answer he wants me to give.

Only to find nothing.

I almost give in.

Almost.

The fact of the matter is, I want to.

I want to reassure him and light up his face with that one smile he rarely let loose. I want to take his hand, run off into wherever and never look back. Live happily ever after.

This is no fairytale.

I've come to realize that reality is like gravity. Take a stone as a person for example. It can go up in the air, it can be tossed.
But, when gravity is in play, what goes up always comes down. And when it goes down it stays down and if there is no anti-gravity switch (which there is not) it stays down and never gets back up.
Unless someone throws it in the air once more. But a stone can be thrown in the air so many times...

I have to leave him.

They'll never give up and I know he knows this just as I do. We are fooling ourselves running away.

It's never going to stop.

As I look at him I try to remember everything that makes me want to forget everything and be with him now and forever. His soul/body reading eyes which are a rich sea blue color that has me Intranced with every glance thrown my way by him, his beautifully sculpted face, his disheveled blonde hair that even messy looks well put together, his small but irresistible smooth lips that have kissed my cheek and forehead only a few times but have me addicted with their gentle, soothing touch. Even now, in this serious time, looks alarmingly delectable and I have the present urge to have them pressed against my own.
If only I knew what they felt like against my own...
I look away quickly. Blushing like a schoolgirl caught cheating on a test and take a step back before doing the opposite of what I should do.
Off of sense of hesitation and distance, he's there in a millisecond. In front of me cupping my face with both of his hands, making it so I have no choice but to look in his oh-so convincing eyes.

He knows.

He knows my answer without me having to announce it. But he's not going to give up.

And I'm trapped in his hold, not at all willing to leave.
"Oh no Ricci. Don't. I know exactly what you're thinking. Just, don't you even dare do this to me Ricci." He says in a low growl that brings goosebumps to my skins surface. His eyes; wild turn a deeper shade of blue, his hold on my face doesn't hurt but I can feel the urgency with his hold. With a controlled intake of breath he closes his eyes then opens them once again letting a woosh of air come out, his eyes which are back to his normal shade of blue find mine once more has my knees shake a bit by the look he gives me. "I-I can't live without you, you know that. And you can't live without me. You know you can't." He searches pleadingly for reassurance from me.

"Please say you are coming with me. I.. love you Josaphine."
He says a little above a whisper, his eyes soften when he declares his love for me. The air in my lungs leave me as I gasp holding a shaky hand to his chest. I just about give in my heart thumping against my chest erratically when his head whips up in the direction we've just come from. He inhales quick.

"We have to go Josaphine, no-" I stop him from continuing, my lips molding into his.
He hesitates momentarily only to recover by kissing me back just as intense. He wraps his arms around my waist as I wound my hand around his neck greedily wanting more then anything to never stop.

His lips are what I expected and more. It takes all my strength to keep from falling over from the sensation they bring my whole being.

I kiss him deliberately slow and soft to never forget how they feel against my own. I gasp when he trails his lips down my jaw, kissing, inhaling. I bring his lips back to mine clinging to his chest. I hear him sigh as I nibble on his lip, feeling his grip tighten around me.

When we pull away we're breathing hard trying to regain our breath he looks at me in wonder and my lip begins to tremble. I close my eyes and think of the times where I did not know he existed, let alone know that he'd love me emeancly.
I let a few tears fall when a loud bang rings out, a grunt and crash follow after.

I open my eyes not wanting to, but needing to confirm what I already know.
There on the ground is the man that loves me, laid unhumanely still, blood trailing out of his side. I bite my lip to keep the raging sobs from coming. No no no no no.

I hadn't realized I was shaking until someone touched my shoulder.
I jerk my head back only to find a familiar face. She looks at me with something I can not read. Not breaking eye contact she takes the trembling gun out of my hands slowly.

"He's dead." I say with as much conviction as I can. She nods slowly still not taking her eyes off of me. "Yes, he's dead." Hearing  my words back only brings a sickening, sinking feeling. He's dead. I killed him. And just like that, I'm that stone.

Reality bringing me down to a crash landing.