His fingers rest -for what it seems to be an eternity- on her delicate neck. So pale, so tender and fragile, what a sweet temptation for his egocentric fantasies. To rule her world.
He smiles. The sweet sound of surrender when he takes her closer, so close that their shadows become one and she’s nothing but an extension of his strong body.
Leaning over, he kisses the pale, cold body of hers, and whispers something they only know. Is it a promise? Is it a request? Is it a plead with destiny? The kiss was shallow, but his eyes hold flames of passion and unspoken desires.
He takes her in his arms and she trembles under the hungrily touches. To discover, to create, to break boundaries and to find harmony into this chaotic sounds of love. This is his aim, this is what he does best. She’s helpless, but she never was a prey. Always his goddess.
Her whispers becomes screams and the screams become music. He feels redeemed by her undying need for more. His own need -to be the ruler of this fairy tale kingdom of hearts- is fulfilled in tears, in agony, in desperation, in ecstasy.
He’s tired but the shine in his eyes is undeniable. He kisses her neck once more before gently laying her pale body next to him. He reaches his hands to the sky in a silent prayer. A gesture of gratitude.
“Thank you, Father, for I am blessed with Your gift.”
And the crowd is calling his name, again and again. Their ovations are loud and honest, since they witnessed an act of love.
And my heart is broken.
He finds me and takes my hand. I’m cold and I’m trembling.
He looks deep into my eyes. He kisses my fingers.
A little girl gave him a red rose. He puts it in my hair. The crowd cheers his gesture louder and louder. Their voices are sincere, since they witnessed an act of talent.
“Say something, darling, this silence is becoming awkward.”
And I am mesmerized.
“Make love to me like you did with her…”
“What? Are you drunk? I was in concert all morning, in front of you! You insecure, crazy, jealous witch!”
He takes his violin and leaves me there, with his cheerful gallery of fans. They’re laughing, seeing my tears streamed face.
They are right. They witnessed an act of betrayal.