a heart's end

Thirty Five

This whole chapter I listened to Lorde's new album Melodrama. And I cried. Enjoy. wl

Monty

    I'll love her until her breathing stops. I heard that in a song once and I never understood it until now. Loving someone isn't at all what I ever expected. But I do, I love her endlessly. It was never a mistake to love her, the only mistake thus far was the time.

    "Anaelle! Where are you taking me?" I laughed and held onto her hand. This feeling reminded me of when we went to the neon light show in Central Park. She had no idea where we were going. That night was when I kissed her perfect, soft lips for the first time. That was the original spark that combusted me into the flames that Anaelle kept tending to.

   I remember our last night in Mississippi. She said that if I could make her love her, then she would love me forever. I guess our time apart made her realize how much she missed me. Or at least that's what's staying in my head. It's what sounds the nicest. I want to believe it, I want to believe it with all my heart. Something deep, deep inside me didn't allow the thought of forever. But I knew she loved me now and that could be enough.

    "It's a surprise." She grinned and we jaywalked across the street.

    We entered this grand hotel lobby and I gasped. The gold gargoyles and shining lights seemed even shinier on this Saturday night. The staircase spiraled and the front desk was miles long. It must cost a fortune to stay here. So why are we here?

    I couldn't hear what Anaelle was saying to the man behind the desk because I was a couple feet behind her, studying the multiple renaissance paintings hanging strategically on the wall. I knew only a couple from high school, the renaissance era was one of the better lessons in high school.  The Last Judgement by Hieronymus Bosch was on the wall and it must be a fabrication. The real one wouldn't be on display for everyone to touch. People like me to touch the slaughtered people on the ground. I wanted to feel the canvas, just in case it was real. I wanted to feel the strokes Bosch might've took. I touched the angels with their horns looking to call all the saints up to heaven. They must've felt horrible to witness the blood and death that was displayed before them by mankind. But that's what mankind does, slowly kill each other until for multiple reasons until we beg for forgiveness on our own judgement day. Sometimes it's to late.

    "What are you thinking so hard about, Monty?" Anaelle came up behind me and wrapped herself around me. I shook my head and smiled. "Nothing." Her hand felt soft against mine. I didn't want to tell her the dark thoughts that were twirling through my mind. This night has been a wild night of emotions yet I don't want it to end.

"Alright, come on. Let's go to our room."

"Our room?" I gasped, I'll admit my voice was embarrassingly squeaky. Hotels in New York are not cheap and this one most definitely would be one of the nicest hotels I've stood in. Our own room could only mean one thing.

"Yes, our room. I have something I want to show you." We took the staircase instead of the elevator so we could see through the glass that was between us and the city. New York never stopped. Like a heartbeat.

Once we got in the room her mouth was on mine in a matter of seconds. I've never felt this electricity from her lips, her whole body was radiating this unknown energy from somewhere stowed within her. Feelings. Longing. Lust. The room itself was huge and we pranced around it generously; trailing articles of clothing and watching them melt into the floor like snowflakes on the tip of a tongue.