𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆

𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒆 25𝒕𝒉, 1878.

Someone was coming. I knew that by heart, I could hear their footsteps carrying them closer beating in my ears, in the back of my mind. At most times it was a false sensation, created by fear and anxiety, but I knew to believe it, I just couldn't surrender to it, I couldn't let go, and this time was nothing different.

"I love you... so much." She panted, the pleasure piling up on her chest couldn't let her breathe, and I knew exactly how that felt.

Without uttering a word, I leaned down and settled my lips on hers in a gentle kiss. The moment felt divine, and in all ways I didn't desire for it to be over. Her arms were around my waist, refusing to let go, as I lied on top of her, kissing her slowly. She smelt like fresh lavenders, and looked twice as pretty. Her skin was so tender, so soft that it felt like a cloud between my fingers. She was everything I wanted, and everything I had.

"Pauline! What in God's name!" Faint cry, one so loaded with shock that it was almost soundless came from the door, and my blood froze in my veins. Everything was hazy, and I wished to be dead.

I should have believed these voices in the back of my mind.