Woman's Word

This story was inspired by my Nana, who likes to tell me stories of her youth.

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Since my early memories she has been there. I don't exactly know at what point I fell in love with her, maybe I always been, since the second I lay eyes on her. She has always been pretty, with her porcelain skin and white pure honest eyes. I love her eyes; they are the most beautiful set of eyes I had ever set sight on.

We grew up together, playing childish games, looking at the world like only children eyes can. When it was time to learn about the world the proper way I went to a private school for young men, to learn about math, science and the proper fancy way to twist our words.

She was sent away to a prestigious school for young girls, were she would learn how to act like the fine woman she was meant to be.

For years we were kept apart, and like any young man I began to wander, but the memory of my sweet pale eye girl still linger in my heart. Oh how my eyes longed to set sight upon that beauty once again.

On the sixth year of our separation, she came back one fine spring morning. Her longhair like a cascade of dark silk fell down her back. Her plum pink lips were the cruelest most beautiful temptation I suffered during my young life, the sweet roundness of her cheeks, the soft pink blush that always seems to adorn them. And her eyes! They still maintained that sweet edge of compassion they have always held, they were still wide and splendid, the very same eyes my infant heart fell in love with. But, dare I say, her eyes now held an edge of secretive mysteriousness, like she knew something I didn't even phantom. At that moment I knew that she was not a girl any longer, she now was a young lovely woman.

I fell in love all over again.

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They say bad habits die hard, I never realized how much truth this saying held. My wandering eyes didn't placate, even with the knowledge my dear Love and I were to be wedded next winter. Women were my weakness, the muses I couldn't live without.

"You can wander," she said as we walked hand in hand under the sakura trees "but remember that you belong to me. You will always come back to me." I stop and looked at her, the sureness in her tone when she said those words frighten me. She caress my cheek and brought my face closer to hers, locking our lips in a kiss. But it didn't hold the romanticism our previous share kisses had held, this one felt like a sealed promise.

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That same night, I went out as I usually did on the weekends, satiating my thirst for women. The night was dark and cold, the clouds hid the moon and the stars. The distance I had to wasn't that great, so I decided to walk, I was young and unafraid, and if the night brought any challenges I carried a gun. I hurried along the deserted streets, aware of my surroundings.

I was two blocks away from my house when I encounter a crying woman, her dark long hair creating a curtain, preventing me from seeing her face. She was wearing a simple white gown, her hands placed on her tiny round stomach.

"Miss, are you okay, do you need any help, want me to call anybody?" I asked walking closer to her, looking for any sings that she might be hurt.

Suddenly she moved, griping my arms violently, raising her face. How I wished she hadn't done that. Her eyes were missing, her face was all raw flesh, and parts of her skin were completely gone revealing white bone. Her hands were the same, discompose and grotesque. The scream that I was going to release died in my throat.

"Husband." she said in a harsh voice, like she hadn't used it in a long time. Looking at her empty dark sockets I saw myself, years from now.

I was indeed marry, but it was far from the fantasies in my head, my life, our life was far from that perfect world that I had picture for us.

We had a son, he looked about ten and he resembled me greatly. Again, like I had done so many times, I came back until early morning, bringing with me the scent of alcohol and of other woman home. But this time my sweet angel didn't kept her lips close how she had done so many time in the pass, this time she spoke up.

I was drunk and mad, I slapped her, not caring she was my wife and pregnant. Our son woken up with all our noise, rushed to his mother side, begging me to stop hurting her. How I said before, I was blinded with madness; I pushed him to the side, his head bumping into one of the table's corner.

My poor wife struggle to my fallen son side, she kneeled by his side, tears falling like rivers down her pale cheeks as she caressed his face.

"Look what you did to my son! You killed him!" she cried, her sobs broke my heart, even more so because I was the one that caused her distress.

"Shut up! Shut up!" my future self yelled at her, but my dear wife was beyond the point of reason, she kept yelling back at me that I killed our son.

The animal of a man I was to become grabbed her roughly by the neck, squeezing her neck until she stopped struggling under my death-grip.

Horrified I witness all this, I tried to move, to protect my love, but in this dimension I did not exist, there was nothing I could do.

My counterpart gave a cry of despair at the realization of what he did, sobbing he reach for the gun that was always at his belt when he ventured at night, place it in his head and pulled the trigger.

I let out a strangled cry, falling to my knees, I looked around and I was once again alone. I got to my feet shakily and ran for home, ran as fast as I could to my Love.

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When I saw her I fell to my knees at her feet. I held her close and lost myself in her scent, letting a few tears spill.

"Is okay, Sasuke, I am here, I am not going anywhere. I promise." she consoled me, her words laced with honey.

"I love you so much." I said kissing her pink cheeks "you are the only one I want, the only one I want in my life, warming my bed, the only one that holds my heart."

"I know love, why are you telling all this? Come now, you need to rest." she said.

"Don't forget: You are my life. The only one." I said looking at her eyes.

"I know." she said kissing me in the lips, this time sweetly and comforting. "Now go to sleep and dream sweetly." she said in that gentle and honey like voice of her, but I couldn't help but notice that knowing gleam in her pale eyes. Like she knew something I didn't.