We even make the storm look like a child's play. We learned to seduce ourselves differently every day, to always look like two strangers on a first date, to smile like two children and to hide our passion behind subtle ironies.
We both wanted a fairy tale forgetting about dragons and witches. We both wanted the story, but we didn't have time for it. We both wanted feelings, but all we had on the table were souls emptied of so much love.
She finished her makeup in the mirror of a hotel room. He slowly smoked a cigarette and thought about what the night could offer him… He knew that from any angel you can form a demon. He knew that every man could be a murderer. Sometimes literally, sometimes figuratively… She wasn't going to be a victim.
The taxi stopped in front of a restaurant that seemed closed decades ago. Only the sound of heels on the asphalt made his presence felt in the middle of the night. He walked calmly as if it were the beginning of the world. Inside, it's almost dark. He, sitting behind the bar, looked at her with a smile. Two predators staring as if they had served dinner to each other.
-You are as colorful as the day I met you my dear.
-You are as ironic as the day I met you my dear.
-What are you drinking? We have a whole bar at our disposal.
-As usual if you keep fulfilling wishes.
He sat down ironically directly on the bar.
-I'm almost saying you want me.
-I'm sure you want me.
She looked him in the eye. They mirrored dozens of fantasies and hours of happiness. Never more, never less. Their portion of happiness always ends at sunrise. They stole moments of a time that did not have patience, moments of happiness and dreams of naivety. However, their story was always written in chapters, the end being the same.
He was looking her in the eye. He loved her from day one, but he always slipped them through his fingers. The woman in front of him didn't ask for anything. She took her dose of happiness and left as if nothing had touched her. Always before sunrise, always with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye. He wanted to understand her and he wanted to give her the world, but she just wanted space.
-Where did you lose your soul?
She kissed him. Wet and pressed. It was like last night. She always kissed him as if it were his last night. One day it would be, but not now. She could smell the sweet smell flooding her senses and she knew she wanted at least one morning by her side. He knew just as well that she would not stay. At least not now. She came and went unhindered, transforming her soul into a runway. She took off towards a life unknown to him, his senses took off in the wrong direction.
He wanted more than fallen clothes and naked souls. He wanted to feel her body and soul. She didn't seem to belong to anyone. Not even them. He never spoke clearly to her. Whenever he tried to know her soul, she only wanted his body.
