Tango

This is just a very short story but I really hope this will tic

Serena Daugherty had been nearly destroyed by the flames of passion but because she was as fiery as the fire itself, it did nothing to burn her down. Instead, it became her strong nitty-gritty to achieve her heart's content.

Doomsday. That's what she call it.That awful day in the church where her behemoth-looking ex-fiance, Willard Hallow, detonated her once innocent heart, leaving a painful burn in it. He took everything away from her and what was left to her, well, was as futile as the words that that rushed out of her mother's mouth. Oh, her oh-so gorgeous mother who had married plenty enough for the both of them. She rolled her eyes.

"Serena, find someone now, as soon as possible. You can't go on like this. Just move on! You're thirty years old already. You will find a guy or no one's going to have you."

Serena really wanted to wring her mother's neck because if she had said it once, she had said it a billion times. It was aggravating, or so she had thought. If she could just curse and throw unforgivable words at her mother just to shut her up or mummify her-well there're lots of available cloths-, she would, but she was raised better than that.

She didn't want to share herself with any man. She had promised to herself since that dreadful day that until there's night and day, she would never fall in love again, but if she would, bu hook or by crook, she would never let it escape from her grasp. She has too much to give but they have nothing to return. "What am I? Grocery store? SM? No freaking way." Too much for being selfless, she thought.

One day, a James Carter entered the picture. Serena wants to become in her modest means that time, a home owner. She wanted to buy a new place partly because she had missed the feeling of having control in her life and mostly because she wanted to- no she needed badly to get out in the pit of hell where her mother rule with her various WWE -fighter-looking Ken. They were freaking ripped! And they sure are gold digger, she thought.

James was a Realtor, and when she took Serena to The Heart,as she had named it-the house that was located in the heart of the largest farm in their village-she fell instantly in love with it. That's the problem. She was afraid of love. She had loved Willard but he had deceived her. She had loved her mother but she had recklessly thrown her way like most of her marriages, and now she was starting to develop a different kind of fondness to James and The Heart. It all started during their first tango in The Heart.

However, she couldn't afford it. She was jobless and even though she wanted to get back to work, she couldn't, because it turned out that her temper was unbearable. She scoffed at that revelation. Despite the present deterrent, she and James often spend time there.

"Portraiture is my true love." James had once broke her reverie, and sure he's a brilliant painter. He made her his model for the new portrait he was planning to make. He kept on repeating that this work would be the best of all his works, and that this would save him. The notion had come to him the first time they tangoed in the third story suite. So the ever-considering and kindhearted woman the she was, she accepted.

She would posed for him under that wonderful north light four afternoons a week, wearing only a big shirt that reached her mid-thigh, but what she couldn't clearly describe to anyone was the feeling to sit in The Heart all day, almost half naked, before a man whom she was completely besotted to, and who, as far as she can tell, do not desire her.

It just so happened one day that James would barely visit or call her when the portrait was done and that knocked her down into the ground of loneliness. What makes it worst was that one time James called her that there's someone interested to buy The Heart and that infuriated her. When she phoned to the other realtor to know who wants to buy the house, because James' phone was unavailable, she was taken aback. She should've known.

When she came back to The Heart to bid a silent farewell, she hastily uprooted and buried the red sign saying 'SOLD'. She was forewarned though she was still shocked. Sitting at the top of the stairs where she and James used to tango, she heard the familiar velvety voice.

"I know you'd be here" she looked grimly at him. "I'm sorry. I had forewarned you that there's already someone interested in this house, but you didn't make a move. You didn't find yourself a job to make money, for...this."

"I wonder who might that be. " She looked at him pointedly then she smiled, a sad smile for this man, as she saw him paled. "It's okay. It will be if you will tango with me." And with that he instantly grinned.

He held her close like they're really lovers. They danced across the hard wood floor,marched back then forth again. The third time he spun her out away from him, his heels came very, very close to the lip of the top step. She once thought he would propose to her then they would live happily ever after in The Heart but she had learned her lesson already.

Waiting for this moment, she intently, forcefully let go of him and like a large ball rolling down a hill, James tumbled down the stairs, step by step, head over foot, then crashed with a sharp crack on his neck on the old oak floor below. She swooped down closer to his face, as if to kiss him, feigning sadness.

"Help me." He choked.

"No." was her firm reply.

She loved the house too much and she had also loved him, but she knew it was an unrequited love. So she did what she thought was best. She did not let him get the house on his own.

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MORAL: A PERSON CAN DO ANYTHING IN THE NAME OF LOVE