The Luckycharm -A Brian May fanfiction- English

My beautiful skeleton in the closet

LILIBETH P.O.

"Why didn't you come in my room last night?"

Umberto's question makes me startled slightly. I was lost in my thought, I was watching the sea a few steps away from us. We had walked without talking for about twenty minutes, we had walked from the hotel to the Empress Walk completely in silence. I'm worried, it's true, but actually it's him who has more skeletons in the closet than me: Umberto, my lover-affair. He's married, he has three children, he cheats on his wife with me and I still thinks that one day he'll break up with her to live this clandestine love freely. Umberto is not just my lover-affair, no, he's also my manager, the RodaViva's manager, and this makes everything more complicated. If I broke up him I would find myself in front of him every single day anyway and I don't know how much I could take this torment. I don't know how this story started, what made me fall in love with him.

Certainly, Umberto is a strong, charismatic man, he can amaze people with his words, he can enchant people like a magic and his big blue eyes fascinate me even now, though he's almost fifty years old and some silver threads have started to sprung up between his short, black hair. But something happened to me yesterday. Yesterday my dark eyes clashed with the hazel ones of Brian: I have to hide this from Umberto, this is my skeleton, my beautiful skeleton in the closet.

"Lilibeth I'm talking to you" he says again impatiently, he has not yet been answered by me.

I still don't tell him anything, I reach the low wall between the waterfront and the beach at a slow pace. He follows me and stops beside me.

"Why didn't you come in my roomast night? I've got the 109 because it's on your own floor and you leave me alone. Why Lilibeth?" he asks me again, staring at me with an angry look.
"Because I didn't want it, Umberto, I just I didn't want it" I reply "My desires can't always match yours, isn't it?"
"Yes, of course, they can't always match with mine, but..." he waver and hecomes closer to me even more, caressing my face with his cold fingers "... but we have only two more days. We are goingo to come back to the city on Sunday and we must take advantage of it now, my love"
"And don't call me my love, please!" I answer him nervously.
"And why shouldn't I call you my love? You are my love"

"Do not say nonsense Umberto, if I were your love you would have already left your wife, but..."
"But you know that things are not as simple as you think. Elena is a smart woman, a very smart woman: if I left her and she discovered that I did it to be with you, it would be the end for us, for me. I'd lose everything: work, success, money..."
"Actually this is the only thing that interests you: money, only the money!" I exclaim tired and I start to walk to come back to the hotel without saying anything else.
"Lilibeth! Lilibeth wait! Come back to me!"

Umberto tries to stop me, running to me but I don't stop, I continue to walk quickly, I just want to put an end to this absurd story. When I see a man coming out of one of the restaurants along the promenade I stop abruptly. Sanremo is full of photographers and journalists these days and for me and Umberto, who are clandestine lovers, this is a risky threat.

"You stopped finally" Umberto moubbles, now he has reached me.

He grabs my arm with his hand, forcing me to turn in his direction.

"You know that I'm not just cared about money, Lilibeth" he says to me "I care about you, about us..."
"...about us? Do you care abou us?" I interrupt him, staring at his angry blue eyes like I've never done before "If you had care about us, you wouldn't have left me alone for Christmas, for New Year's Eve or ... or the night of my birthday, do you remember it? I was alone at home, waiting for you, but...but you didn't come, Umberto, you didn't come to me" I feel I'd like to burst into tears, but I don't have to do it.