H & M. 🍂

Hyacinth

Matteo? Where are you? Did you leave me? Do you love me?
I wanted to scream those words. I saw Matteo covered with blood, looking for something in the debris the train had left. Ambulances were near, and people were helping to get the injured out of the train's remains. I saw myself.
I was outside of my body. My torso had a huge palpitating wound. Matteo was crying and holding my hand. "Please, stay with me Jax. I love you. You are my sun, my moon and my Universe."
Please. Please.
I wanted to stay. I would have given everything for a lifetime with Matteo.
You had a lifetime with him. You gave all of you to him. You gifted him your love, your existence, your entire youth.

Matteo was in my house. We were in our own in what it had seemed centuries. I grabbed his hand and guided him to my room. "What do you want to do Hyacinth?" His question ricocheted in my head.
"I want you to make love to me." I said with confidence; he was shocked at my daring request. "There has only been one love in my life. That is you." I kissed him so damn hard.
He got a grip of my waist and made the kiss deeper. I felt the heat climbing on my body with every kiss. He slid his hands to my belt and unfasten it. "There is no going back after this, are you sure?" Matteo asked me with a soft and caring voice. I nodded. We had been dating for a year and I can assure anyone that he is my one true love.
Matteo took down my pants and underwear as well as my shirt. I was naked. He kissed me, then started to make a path with kisses. My shoulders, my chest, my core...
He was so loving and genuine. He started preparing me; it hurt but it wasn't that unbearable. Then he slowly and carefully filled me. "Are you okay?"
I nodded. "I love you Matteo." Tears flowed, happy tears though. I had never felt so important and loved in my life.

You gave him every part of you. You loved him. The last thing I knew, I left.

Matteo

Hyacinth is my favorite flower. Indigo is my favorite color. And my greatest love was a man. Hyacinth.
I look at the tombstone, Hyacinth Colonomos, "Everyone has a gift from the Universe; I was lucky to find mine. My gift."
I left some flowers. Indigo flowers. I also left my love, my pity, my sadness.
He was my gift. He so was. He still is...