I stared intently through his milky
eyes, frightened to embrace the feelings that were secretly
bestowed beneath my heart. It was this feeling of pain-a
hunger of the heart if you will-and intense
The feeling of boiling water, being so
hot, that it felt freezing cold. My heart was simmering, on the
verge of disintegrating into a shattered mirror. But, yet, I
stood my ground, our bodies an inch apart-so close that I could
sense the heat radiating off of his vanilla skin.
He looked at me, with the eyes of a mad
man-so hurt; but yet so unsatisfied. What was it in me that he
found such satisfaction? Was I the hunger that his heart
craved? Was I his drug substance that his heart couldn't pump
And most important-was I,
myself, in love with him?
His hand slowly caressed my waist, and
his breathe gently blew to my lips. I could hear the racing
of his heart, and the blood pumping now more vigorously
through his body-a rush of adrenaline. And I felt the same
occurring to myself.
My face turned into a red beet, my
cheeks flaming fire. His lips slowly brushed mine, and I
could feel the pinch of gasoline that he had spilled into my
firing heart. The feeling was beyond any other, the churning
and grinding of my stomach, the light headedness that was
making me unstable, and the tear that was now streaming from
Our lips slowly unmet, as his thumb wiped
away the sheered tear.
His hand slowly brushed the back of my
hair, gently being tangled in my golden curls.
"What is it?" he spoke lightly to my
I closed my eyes, another tear escaping my
emerald eye. The tear slowly poured down my cheek, and almost
to my chin, but Felix's lips stopped it, as he kissed my tear
"We…we have no future, you know what is to
become of Me." my words barley being tangible.
He let out a slow sigh, as our eyes met
and held a strong fixation. I searched deeper into his
mystifying blue eyes, wondering what about me that held his
"We alone cannot decide our faith, but
destiny is our course that leads us to it." His words felt
like a wave of cool water hitting my steamy skin, calming the
insides of me, as too the outside. I got a held of my words
and tried to speak clearly now, and with the passion I truly
"You have saturated my heart with love,
and so there will always be your name engraved where no other
man may steal." The words seeped from my lips, letting the
passion alone control them.
A grin spread on those delicate lips of
his, making me smile in the process. His eyes slowly turned
grim as a thought preceded its presence in his
"But, your father…he wishes for you to
marry another…not a peasant like myself." His eyes turned
sorrowful and deep in doubt. "What ever shall we do?" he
looked up to my eyes, pleading my thoughts.
Before I could speak, the door to my
parlor sprung open, my father standing in the presence of my
lover and me.
His eyes played with emotion, and his
throat let out a snarl. He briskly approached Felix, his hands
clenched in fists.
"No!" shouted Felix with despair. "Let us
fight in the mists of the sun, and not here. But in the Ball
room, where your people can see."
A challenging grin danced on my sinister
"Boy, you wish to die by my hands in
shame do you?" his horsed voice croaked in anger. "Then,
Rosetta," he looked to me with intimidation in his eyes.
"Kiss your 'prince' goodbye! Battle to death, one who lives
wins the kingdom."
Satisfaction spread on my Father's face,
as he scratched his unshaven beard.
Felix turned towards me, passion burning
in his eyes.
"This might be our only way, Rose…if I'm
not back in an hour, you run! Run, and never look back,
Rosetta." He whispered to my ear, so my Father wouldn't over
hear. Our lips intertwined as fear sprang to me that this
would be out last kiss.
Felix bed me farewell, as he went off to
duel with my Father.
I sat on my bed, peering out my window.
The sun was setting now, and when darkness would fall, it
would be an hour. I stayed gawking at the sun, counting as
the minutes past, my anxiety getting stronger as every second
The time of when the hour had passed
came, and I kneeled on the floor, sobbing of my love, Felix.
Was he really dead? He had told me to run, so why wasn't I?
What could possibly be stopping me?
The answer I knew deep down; I just simply
couldn't live without Felix. What life is to be had, if it is
not to be shared? Not a life I could bare.
Over an hour had passed, and I was
looking out my tower's fair eye. The dimming light slowly
crept over the sea bellow, as a shadow of musk bestowed its
waters. My eyes leaked with the thought of Felix, wondering
if I did, in fact live, where would I go? My Father would
surly find me, and marry me off to a man that I possessed no
feelings towards. It would be a life worse the
I soon heard creaking footsteps from my
door. They were heavy and shuffled, surly my Father's. He had
won; and Felix was dead.
I looked to the door, the footsteps
getting closer, as I looked frantically around the room,
searching for something to fight him off.
But if Felix had died by his hands, I
surly had no chance of winning the battle. My life was creaking
towards me with every heavy footstep.
A life that I couldn't
I looked down the tower, and to the clear
sea, it's waved hitting harshly upon the tower's stone. I would
not live without love, the only love I ever had, and I will
never have another. Felix's name was and always will be
engraved upon my heart, and nothing, even the waves I looked
to, could erase it.
I took my last deep breathe, bracing
myself for a fall.
My eyes were now dry, for the fear of
death had disappeared. A life is meant to be shared with one
whom you love, and if I could not, then I would not
I let go of my grip on the widow frame and
let myself fall-just as I heard Felix's worried
But it was too late; I was already
drifting towards the sea. The last image that I saw was of
Felix leaning out of the window, his face smudged in blood,
calling my name.
He had won the battle of our undying
love, but I had lost.