Synopsis: There is no truth in New York, no truth in her husband's fiction but there is soul right here, right now with this stranger…. An exploration of the romance that threatens to shatter everything we held dear about Bamon….everything we still cherish…
Pairing:Bonenzo and a cameo from Bamon
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Never the Sky
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Bonnie.
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I am aroused by a cacophony of chants from a nearby temple and this reminds me that I am in India. A concerto of car horns filters the air, climbing the ten flights of stairs to drift inside our open window.
It's too hot and sunlight already bakes my eyelids even though it's barely seven o'clock in the morning. We're deep in the stifling heat of Mumbai and the cloying sheets stick to our oiled skin. My body is sensitive to the weight of the man lying next to me with his arms wrapped around me as if he is trying to draw me into his very soul. His hands fill my empty hands and I can hear the drum of his heartbeat on my back. He stirs, deep in the midst of his lovely dream and my heart beats wildly when I recall the manner in which we staggered back to my hotel room after an evening of wine, dancing and trying to forget the nothingness that has become my life in New York. I liked the small club; I liked its smothering heat, the cacophony of foreign tongues and sticky limbs dancing under dusty broken chandeliers. A drop of sweat from his hair drops on my bare shoulder, cooled only by the rattling fan above us.
His scent and his heat overwhelm me and some version of myself yearns for my old world but I know it's only a lie that has lulled me to sleep for the past few years. There is no truth in New York, no truth in my husband's fiction but there is soul right here, right now with this stranger. There is so much heart wrenching truth in the masks we wear because they do not hide us from each other but rather reveal the soul behind whatever lies we've been living, wasting on people who don't deserve neither truth or lie from us. Damon does not deserve it, does not deserve my truth, my heart or my soul.
He has the snuffed the fire from me but didn't I allow him?
The stranger stirs again, sliding a hand to my right hip much like he had done the night before when we danced before his kiss transformed me.
"Bonnie" he murmurs and I feel his eyelashes tremble against my skin.
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