The Luckycharm -A Brian May fanfiction- English

A couple married for years

The evening is quiet, the sky is clear and the rays of the full moon are reflected clearly in the waters of the sea in front of us. The sea breeze becomes more intense when we approach the shoreline, the humid and the saltiness sneaks into the nostrils and pricks them, like the carpets dust in the corridor of the Hotel Royal. Brian's dark curls sway softly in the sea air, I see him walk the along the wooden bridge with his head down, he's still thoughtful, he's still worried about something I know I shouldn't care about. But I care about it and very much.

When we reached the beach, a little sadness pervades me to see it so empty: all the cabins planks have been piled under a concrete walkway, the umbrellas and the deckchairs have been placed in front of the bar whose sign fluctuates in the sea breeze.

"Is it okay if we sit over there?" Brian's question brings me back to reality.

I turn to him, he's waving me to sit in a place where the sand is completely dry, probably the high tide has not yet begun at this time.

"Oh yes, that's fine for me" I answer.

We take off our shoes and socks and we start walking on the beach without delay. When we reache the chosen point, Brian sits on the sand, he puts his shoes on his left, takes off his jacket and he unfold it on the sand.

"Please, sit down miss" he invites me to sit on it, but I try to make him change his mind: "Brian, but you ruin your jacket in this way, I can..."
"Don't worry" he interrupts me "The jacket will be washed"

I sigh and I nod my head, then I sit on his jacket, trying to be careful not to get it too dirty. After placing my shoes on my right, I close my eyes for a few seconds: I breathe the saltiness deeply, letting iodine pervade me everywhere. My ears enchante to listen to the sound of the waves, the rustle of the palm trees in the sea breeze, while my fingers tighten the rough sand.

The noise of a seagull makes me open my eyes in a flash. I raise my head upwards and I see the white bird flying a few meters from our heads, to the palm trees.

"He's going back to the nest" Brian comments.
"Yes, he's a little late but he's going home" I reply, lowering my head and turning me to him slowly.

His eyes shine in the silver moonlight and I realize that I could look at him all my life without get tired. I feel a deep and hot shiver flowing in my veins, it's so overwhelming that my heart stops for a moment: I had never felt such a beautiful sensation for someone in this world.

"Are you cold?" he asks me.
"No... I'm not cold, thank you" I tell him, the coat I wear is warm enough for a cold girl like me "Thank you for your sweet thought"
"It's a pleasure Lilibeth" he concludes, his voice is so delicate that I can hardly hear him, it's almost completely overwhelmed by the sound of the waves.
"Can I...can I ask you something?" I ask him.
"Yes you can"

"Why did you go away from the restaurant? Did something happen between the guys and you?"

I shouldn't have cared about it but...

Brian sighs and he turns again to the sea. He's thoughtful, I feel he would like to tell me the truth but he isn't sure about it, there's something that holds him back. But he takes courage:

"We had a fight" he starts, staring at the sea "Roger, John and me had a fight with Freddie when we were in Munich and then tonight, at the restaurant, Roger and I had a fight like two ... like two stupid kids" he stops and smiles, but I can see it's a smile full of rancor "Roger and I had a fight this afternoon too, in the Ariston's dressing rooms, five minutes before going on stage: he's not happy about the setlist I chose for the next concerts while I don't like the lights he chose for the next tour. We were having a bad fight"
"And what happened next?"