The nighttime would come. I would meet Dmitri in the greenhouse. He'd bring blankets and snacks and wine. He was older, he'd matured. We'd look through the glass ceiling of the greenhouse and wonder.
"How old are you Dmitri?"
"18."
"And what have you done in 18 years."
"I've flown to different countries. I've seen the northern lights. I've visited art galleries on the other side of the world."
"That sounds exciting."
"I felt to experience that."
"The travels?"
"No, the feeling."
I turned to him, he had turned to me, assuming I knew what he was talking about. "What's the feeling?" I ask him.
"It's the life that pours back into you after all the years you spend here. Living here is like watching paint dry."
I started to remember what Luca had told me.
"But couldn't you feel alive here?"
"By myself, never. And how could I let someone suffer living in this house with me."
"I suppose."
There was a silence, it was a key silence. He had a proposition in mind, I could tell.
"Runway with me."
I laughed.
"Where would we go?"
He looked me in the eye. He had such blue eyes any bluebird would be jealous.
"If doesn't matter, as long as it's not here, and as long as it's with you."
VOUS LISEZ
Off guard
Romancejosephine durand is sent away to stay with close family friends, the malkovs, after her father brutally strangled her mother. but what sick secrets are hidden in that house? -completed-
