Just Tonight, just this time

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Paranormal romance. A man loves his women but realizes that it can't ever be in this lifetime. He struggles with letting go and convincing himself that it is for the best.

Submitted: May 02, 2012

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Tonight he danced with her, her body forming to his as he lead. Her soft brown hair clouded his eyes as she suddenly took lead, with rhythmic motion she was breaking his control. The dance was passionate and deep, but hiding in the darkness was heartbreak. He knew that come dawn she would be alone again. He had found refuge in solitude, and had even welcomed self pity, but now, solitude seemed very much just as it was, solitude.

His forlorn heart was tearing at its hinges, threatening to break at the slights pull. The dance was near ending now, he could feel it in her movements, as she could feel it in his. His control now was completely tumbling, and he held her close. Her scent was strong and sweet, but all he could think of was the moment that the bond between them would be nearly broken.

Although she said nothing, he could hear her thoughts as clearly as if she had spoken them. She knew. She knew that come morning, neither of them would ever be the same, but nor will they ever become one again, moving together as they just did. Come morning he would sleep and she would carry on as if nothing had been. He could feel her soft breath on his shoulder as she lay on top of him, and knew that, despite what would ensue at dawn, she had no regrets. Fore very few find, what they had, and to have it, even for a day, is one of life’s most precious treasures. If he could find a way, to spend eternity with her, he would gladly take it, but he would not take her life, the very thing he craved. She was not beautiful to him because she was mortal, she was beautiful because he was not. Forever was now, at this moment. You can not measure ones love in a length, but in a single moment, when now, becomes eternity. He would remember this night for the rest of his days. He would live forever, walking the same paths until they are covered up by time, and then he will walk the new paths, until there are no more to walk. She will go on, he only guessing if she remembered, get married to a man who will make her as happy as he could not, and when she is done raising her children, he will have to watch her leave the world. He will watch on with envy and despair.

Looking at her now, in this moment, it seems impossible that he could leave, that he could do all he knew he had to, that he could allow to happen, what he knew would happen. She slid next to him, lying her head on his cold chest, that encased his black heart. With his cold hand, he tenderly drew his finger around her frame, trying to remember every detail, so that when he slept, he could come back. His skin was starting to burn and she was drifting off to sleep. They were nearing the end of the dream, but the last few moments would be worth every ounce of pain he would feel. No pain would ever match the one that would callous his heart to another, nothing. When her breathing became slow, deep and even, he rose, careful not to wake her. He dressed himself in his appropriately dark clothing, fore he would forever mourn, and he closed the door behind him as he vanished out her life.

When she woke, the bright sun was beaming into her bedroom. The red satin sheets and pillows were rumpled for two. She let the tears come not caring where they fell. She knew he would leave but nothing could prepare her for deep sadness she knew she would always feel. It felt as if a piece of her was stolen, not gone just out of reach just as the bond that they shared would never be severed, just painfully out of reach, stretched too far for either of them to ever be whole. He thought that she would only remember last night with fond memory, but she would remember it as the last night that she was fully whole. She said one last sorrow filled goodbye the man she loved, although she would look for him on the streets for as long as she lived, hoping to get one more glance at the beautiful green eyes and his long black hair. She would never be at peace, but she knew he was true, because true love can have no happy ending.


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