I Am Watching
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story's concept. Blah-de-blah-de-blah. yes that's it.
Dedication: I have returned! A new name equals a new start, right? This one is for Black Tangled Heart, who has supported me along my long break and kept me going, and writing. She has brought me back! And to all my reviewers and friends, you all rule!
I am watching.
They stand in the darkened corner together, the heat radiating off their bodies as they laugh and talk quietly. Sweat glistens on her soft, angelic body as she smiles, her sincerity sickening to me. They share a sweet, romantic moment and laugh simultaneously, their timing makes me gag and groan nearly too loud.
I crouch down lower, my back against the wall. It's a steaming night and the Moulin Rouge becomes filled with humidity. Sweat and the smell of arousal the heated air as the temperature continues to rise on this scorching, painful night. The darkness and dominant heat engulf me and I feel like I can barely breathe. I sit on my knees and peer over at them, instantly regretting the movement. Pain is nothing now.
I am watching as they move closer together, his arms encircling her waist in a slightly rough manner. Her corset creaks just enough to be audible in the otherwise silent darkness, and I shiver despite the overwhelming temperature. I find myself thinking about her possessively, dreaming of her and the nights we have and could have spent together. My eyes focus again and I see them draw even closer, which seems impossible. The distance the now have between is far too close to be considered friendly or relaxed. The nearness between the two alarms me. My heart races as I watch, an angry growl escaping me. I fear that they may have heard the small sound, but they seemed unfazed.
I watch, now fearful of their next move. I force myself to stay silent as the distance between their lips becomes even less significant. She initializes the kiss and I suddenly feel very sick. My glorious woman, the woman who is supposed to love me, is kissing the man I despise the most. I groan quietly, daydreaming about her gentle kisses as they separate.
I cannot stand the sight or thought of them together anymore! I walk away, the flashes of what I have just seen burning themselves into my brain. I walk up the staircase to the Red Room, waiting for her to come for me as she promised she would. I shut the door and walk across the room in a dazed start. I sit on the floor, my back against the heart-shaped golden cutout, where she sang that she would fly away from this place. Tears fill in my eyes and a burning in them begins, but that burning is nothing compared to the burning in my heart. I place my head in my hands and sit there silently for a time period I cannot estimate. The door opens and the woman I have dreamt of since the evening I first saw her enters. Her beauty still shocks me as I look up at her, unshed tears in my eyes. She notices me, looking up at her sadly.
She knows that I cannot take what I have seen. She knows that I love her. She knows I am jealous.
And yet, despite my current position, she knows that I am still her Christian.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story's concept. Blah-de-blah-de-blah. yes that's it.
Dedication: I have returned! A new name equals a new start, right? This one is for Black Tangled Heart, who has supported me along my long break and kept me going, and writing. She has brought me back! And to all my reviewers and friends, you all rule!
I am watching.
They stand in the darkened corner together, the heat radiating off their bodies as they laugh and talk quietly. Sweat glistens on her soft, angelic body as she smiles, her sincerity sickening to me. They share a sweet, romantic moment and laugh simultaneously, their timing makes me gag and groan nearly too loud.
I crouch down lower, my back against the wall. It's a steaming night and the Moulin Rouge becomes filled with humidity. Sweat and the smell of arousal the heated air as the temperature continues to rise on this scorching, painful night. The darkness and dominant heat engulf me and I feel like I can barely breathe. I sit on my knees and peer over at them, instantly regretting the movement. Pain is nothing now.
I am watching as they move closer together, his arms encircling her waist in a slightly rough manner. Her corset creaks just enough to be audible in the otherwise silent darkness, and I shiver despite the overwhelming temperature. I find myself thinking about her possessively, dreaming of her and the nights we have and could have spent together. My eyes focus again and I see them draw even closer, which seems impossible. The distance the now have between is far too close to be considered friendly or relaxed. The nearness between the two alarms me. My heart races as I watch, an angry growl escaping me. I fear that they may have heard the small sound, but they seemed unfazed.
I watch, now fearful of their next move. I force myself to stay silent as the distance between their lips becomes even less significant. She initializes the kiss and I suddenly feel very sick. My glorious woman, the woman who is supposed to love me, is kissing the man I despise the most. I groan quietly, daydreaming about her gentle kisses as they separate.
I cannot stand the sight or thought of them together anymore! I walk away, the flashes of what I have just seen burning themselves into my brain. I walk up the staircase to the Red Room, waiting for her to come for me as she promised she would. I shut the door and walk across the room in a dazed start. I sit on the floor, my back against the heart-shaped golden cutout, where she sang that she would fly away from this place. Tears fill in my eyes and a burning in them begins, but that burning is nothing compared to the burning in my heart. I place my head in my hands and sit there silently for a time period I cannot estimate. The door opens and the woman I have dreamt of since the evening I first saw her enters. Her beauty still shocks me as I look up at her, unshed tears in my eyes. She notices me, looking up at her sadly.
She knows that I cannot take what I have seen. She knows that I love her. She knows I am jealous.
And yet, despite my current position, she knows that I am still her Christian.
