My insane obsession

Part 1

It was January 25th, 2000, 3:10 pm. Alone in that chalet in the mountains, I paced the room, like a trapped beast. Tormented by my conscience, I fought a struggle between reason and emotion. A fight with myself. And self-condemned, I already pleaded guilty in advance.

From the first moment I saw him, I knew that something was happening to me. His eyes captured me. His smile, his essence. I felt mesmerized. As a victim of a spell, I couldn't get the image of his face out of my mind. He smiled at me when I closed my eyes, occupied my thoughts, absorbed while playing the piano, he lived in my dreams every night.

We met a few times in that first year. It was only after René hired him at our production company that it all started. It was late 1999. He moved back from France to Canada and started work at the production company to record his first album. One of the first jobs was to introduce me to the song that would be our duet. We spent many hours together, practicing, discussing, working out details. Sometimes in the studio, sometimes in my house, sometimes in his apartment. Several of them, alone.

René was recovering from cancer treatment. He was always busy, either with the treatment or the duties of the producer. I was extremely fragile. Of course, in front of him I didn't show it. I had to be strong. I had to be strong for him, he needed me, my support, my faith, my strength. But inside I was crying, anguished. I couldn't fail. I couldn't show fear or fatigue in front of anyone. Not even my mother's. 

I spent a whole year on a world tour, alone. I had been coming at a crazy pace for many years. I needed to stop, to rest. I was devastated as a professional, as a person, as a woman. It is very strange to plan a child and not have physical contact with my husband. I longed for René, I needed his love. But I shouldn't force him, the most important thing was his health.

And that was how he conquered me. Garou. Or should I say Pierre? We became best friends in the blink of an eye. It was as if we had always known each other. Our relationship is fantastic. Our connection is so intense, and at different levels. Body, soul, heart, mind, skin. The attraction was undeniable. The heat, the chemistry..... And I don't even know how I fell into that trap. I did not foresee anything. If I could, I would go back in time the day I met him, so as not to make the same mistake of going to that dressing room. I was always so correct, and now I was in a trap. A trap that fate has prepared for my heart, for my life.

Garou was gradually approaching me and taking on a gigantic importance. I shared everything with him. Anyway, I had someone to talk to. I had a friendly shoulder to cry on. It was as if the weight of a ton came off my back. I was getting light. The joy returned to me. And all because of him. I can't say when I fell in love with him. I just know it's true. Completely in love. How could that be?

He was very respectful. He insinuated sometimes, of course. But he never tried anything. And I knew how much he loved me. It was clear in his eyes.

Beginning of the year 2000. It happened one day when we were close to the piano, in the studio. We kissed. Well, I took the initiative. He, of course, didn't resist. I am thankful that at that moment we were not in his apartment, because I am sure I would have given myself to him.

But what's the difference? A few days later and here I am, in a chalet he rented in the mountains. René went to New York for an emergency meeting. I was alone in Québec. We agreed on this secret meeting. We can no longer contain ourselves every time we meet. I need to get to the end of this. I need to go to the end and know what happens.

Punctually at 3:15 pm he parks close to the door of the chalet. My heart goes to my mouth and breathing is already difficult. I spy through the window, opening a piece of the curtain. Here he comes. Too late to change my mind. It's now. He knocks the door. I'm going to meet him. He hides behind a huge bouquet of pink lilies. Taking the bouquet off his face, he smiles broadly.

C: - Come in.

G: - For you, my love.

C: - Thank you, it's beautiful. 

G: - So, you really came! I was afraid you would give up.

C: - Me too ...... I don't know if I was more afraid to come or more afraid to give up. But I had to come! I'm here! - I said opening my arms. 

G: - I'm very happy that you came. 

He hugged me and gave me a fervent kiss, his warm hands spread on my bare back, passed under my long straight hair that touched almost the waist. I wore a black halter dress, slightly rolled up to my knees. 

C: - I brought champagne. 

G: - Great!

C: - I'll get it. Do you light the fireplace?

G: - Of course.    

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