Diona's POV
"Hungry for grapes?"
Tied up feelings. Does that mean anything to you? Do you know it when you close your eyes for a moment, look around again and lastly touch things to realize something? Do you know that feeling when you are dominated by something else, when you lose control?
Then you gulp and it pulls in your chest, your breath is briefly gone. It jams behind your eyes, you're unable to do anything, to say anything.
Has a voice ever touched your soul? No more than four words that came out of his mouth and yet I heard something in his tone of voice that was so fascinating and reassuring to hear that it had settled in my head.
A human, surrounded by an angelic aura, white little sparkles that did not stray from his body for a second as if they belonged to him only.
Scintillation. The glittering of the stars, the creation of flashes of light. A man who reflected the entire universe in his eyes?
His small nose was like drawn, with almost invisible freckles and a slight shimmer on the tip of his nose.
Such piquant features, such prominent cheekbones and jaw lines that you wanted to draw him here and now.
When a silver strand of hair fell on his forehead, tiny glitter particles flew around us, making him smile. As soon as his snow-white teeth appeared, my mouth also formed into a smile.
Two loud blast sounds in a row.
My hand on his chest trembled when I tried to take it away, but he wouldn't let me. It was really the beating of his heart. His ice-blue eyes were still focused on my small smile.
I glanced at the chandelier on the ceiling, which was swaying back and forth.
My hand now floated in front of his face before my index finger touched his lower lip. He closed his eyes and remained still like a statue. My nail brushed along his feathery lips, forming a heart shape.
Could something like that really be just a human being?
I took a deep breath, because I noticed that I was losing more and more control. But it was just a dream, so I could say whatever I wanted.
"Do we drink at midnight and kiss until our lips burn?"
He opened his eyes.
But this time we heard a ringing that came from afar. It sounded like a giant horn, indicating a signal. The sound was so frightening, it made me sick.
As if out of nowhere, there was suddenly a grape between his index finger and thumb, that he slowly brought to my mouth. Biting the grape, I felt his fingers touching my lips. My whole body tense up from the contact.
Why was his impact stronger than mine? Why did it feel like my skin was on fire the closer he got to me?
Then he slowly got up and without further ado he ran out of the room, towards the direction where this loud instrument came from.
I swallowed hard, the sweet taste arousing a desire for more. I was completely alone and knew that I would wake up soon. I licked over my lips, they still tasted like the delicious fruit. Slowly I lay back on the bed and turned to my right. This was the moment when I first realized what was hidden behind the long curtains. No windows, no. It was the ocean.
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"I ask for the last time! What the fuck did you put in my drink?!"
I grabbed him by the collar and looked into his big eyes. The corners of his mouth lifted up every second, not because he seemed amused, but..
