I laughed at her comment, and did something impulsively, as it seemed natural, and planted a kiss on her cheek. She tasted of jasmine, and clover. She tasted of promise and renewal, of the energy I had longed for, and for the safety and comfort I never knew. She quickened to this, and I felt her seize up and a small sigh escaped her lips.
*"Ton bisou est le bienvenu," she whispered in my ear, and pressed her head into my chest. I felt a ringing in my ears, ** "J'accueillerais ton coeur et ton âme et je te confierais le mien," I whispered to her. I was above all patience, my heart knocking deeper in my chest. What the hell was happening to me, this was not me, this was someone else. I vowed to never be involved, even momentarily with anyone woman. My life was too sordid, too full of death, destruction, and being blood drunk. I WAS the Angel of Death, of mythical origin. I was what made you scream in terror in the night, I was the engine of destruction that liberated villages, and destroyed evil, as I felt that I was evil myself.
I never believed in a pure love, a love that would fashion a diorama inside you, around you, for you. For this day, I wasn't a soldier, I wasn't a traveling fool. I was hers, her soldier, her slave, her everything. I knew it in my heart of hearts. I would bleed for her, I would die for her, I would kill for her.....little did I know...little did I know.
"Justin, what is wrong, I see it in your eyes, tell me please." She sensed what was wrong, I could feel it. "Nothing ma chere, nothing, we do need to have a conversation I guess, and not about my past. I feel something in me I have never felt. I feel this for you."
She looked in my eyes, tears welling in hers, and replied ***"Oui, Je sais, cela fait peur et j'ai peur, mais j'y succomberai, à cette mort de peur et j'espère que vous me rejoindrez dans cette mort."
* Your kiss is welcome
** I would welcome your heart and soul, and I would entrust you mine
*** I know, it is scary and I am afraid, but I will succomb to it, to this death of fear and I hope you join me in that death.
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Across the night, and to the moon we went
Non-FictionA story of how I met a lovely girl, while singing a song in a restaurant. Very real story, unfortunately it's not as sweet as it may seem to be. There is always a catch in life.
