Are you ready to die with me ?

II - His Eyes, My Eyes

A smily doorman opens my door and kindly offers me his wrinkly hand. We share a gentle touch and I get out of the car alongside my parents while everyone is glancing at us, as if we don't have the right to come to our own charity gala. But I remembered that I'm wearing THE marvelous dress and that everyone was actually gossiping about my outfit. I ignored it all and walked down the red carpet.

I left my coat in the hall, to the doorman. I was lured to the ballroom by some classical music. Don't ask me its name, I have no idea even though it's the most exquisite music I've ever heard. The ballroom is one of the most majestic one I've ever seen. It has a very high ceiling, with massive diamond chandeliers and a very royal-kind furniture.
A young and pretty nice woman offers me a glass of champagne, I drink it in in a few seconds. I feel like something bad's going to happen, and when a feeling like this takes over my thoughts, it always turns out to happen. My parents join me and take my hands from both sides. Each take a glass of wine with their free hand.

Suddenly, the ballroom's silvery light lays upon us, more specifically upon my father. He's invited to come to the stage. My mother, seeing my father's hand shaking, grasped his glass before it would shatter to pieces. He's slowly heading towards the stage with a smirk, as if he's a little nervous (which he never is). He coughs and gives us a gentle, warm smile. He starts his speech :

« Good evening, everyone. I would like to thank you for coming, it means a lot to us. Tonight, as you all know, we're raising money for the people living in dire conditions all around the world. It's incredibly important for me as I think it is to all of you. Let's make the life of the poorer better, fellows ! Thank you and enjoy this wonderful evening ». Everyone cheers and applauses him, as well as me and mom. He quickly gets down of the stage and comes towards us for a hug.
Then we all continue to party, eat and drink with our respective acquittances.

I go to the hall as I'm not feeling great after drinking a few glasses of champagne. I ask the doorman for the bathroom and he shows me upstairs. I go to the toilets and just after shutting the door, I shiver because of a cold feeling, the same as the one earlier. I put some water upon my face to calm down and I come out.
I check what time it is and come down at the same time, which is a mistake because now I'm falling down the staircase after my high-heel broke because of my inattention.

My torment ends suddenly as I'm in someone else's warm arms. I have my head against his chest, I can't see him. I'm feeling too badly to be able to talk or let alone open my eyes. He rushes to a sofa in the hall, sits down while laying me down but keeps my head on his knees.

He takes my hair off my face and gently presses his finger on my burning cheek. He nervously asks me if I'm okay. I slowly open my eyes, struggling to get a hold of his. After finally finding them, I find the answer to everything I might have wondered. I feel everything, every feeling you could possibly think of. I see everything, a human, a boy, him but most importantly, I see myself. His Eyes, My Eyes.