It was a stormy night. But wasn't like the usual storms. It was a cold wintry night. I could feel the chills inside my blanket. It was uncomfortable, the cold. I got up and walked up to the fire place and stood in front of it. He had gone to the forest and gathered some wood the day before, because he had wanted to spend a nice, cozy, romantic weekend with me. Just the two us. Two warm droplets of tears trickling down my cheeks shook me and brought me back to where I was. A loud, stormy night.
I lit the fire and sat in the settee near it. A deep, hypnotising voice buzzed in my ears and an electrifying touch held me from behind. It was him. I didn't even need my senses to feel his touch. I was aware of and acquainted with every inch of his body. He was beautiful. He was mine. He held me from behind, shifted my hair to the other side and kissed me on my neck. It was still magical, his touch. I opened my eyes with a start to a loud thundering sound. My tired, afraid eyes searched for him but he was no where to be seen. It was just that room - dark, and deserted; except for the fire that was caught up by then.
I looked at the fire. Its brightness was numbing my eyes, just like the reality. I walked up to the table and poured myself a glass full of Merlot. I drank it at once and let the night crawl up on me. He would always say I looked a little more beautiful when drunk, the inebriation would glow through my eyes. I walked up to the mirror, looked at myself in the eyes. There was pain, there was fear, and there was agony. There was no glow. Liar. My heart called out to him. Tears began streaming down my face uncontrollably as I haplessly started to shout his name. He was gone, was the answer; but this intoxicated mind didn't want to listen to it. The rain had stopped and so had the stormed outside; but the one within was far from seeking its solace.
I walk back to our room. Our room. That place was testimony to our love and those walls had seen some of our deepest secrets unfold. Tonight, they all stare at me in disbelief and in empathy, wanting to shelter me, wanting to blanket me with some comfort. And the wind blows through the window, struggling its way through the curtains that you had chosen for us; it touches me all over and quietly whispers into my ear, you're happy in whichever world you are.
