A/N: Hi! This is my first RumBelle Fic! I hope y'all like it. I don't own anything. The song is the title of this fic, Smoke Gets In Your Eyes. I very much recommend listening to the song as you read, you don't have to of course but it adds something to the atmosphere of the fic. But enjoy as you want. Happy reading!
It was a quiet late night. A man stood by his ornate fireplace, watching the merry flames lick at the logs in the grate.
The silence of his evening was ended by a beautiful woman in a blue dress strolling up to the man. Coyly she looked up at him through her lashes. The man smiled at her and tenderly stroked her beautiful face. She returned the smile, love seemed to pour from her dancing blue eyes.
Reaching behind her she turned on an old record player. From the speakers an old love song began to play. With a soft laugh she pulled the man into a slow swaying dance. As they danced in the fire light a deep voice crooned from the speakers.
They asked me how I knew
My true love was true
I of course replied, something here inside
Can not be denied.
They said some day you'll find
All who love are blind
When your heart's on fire, you must realize
Smoke gets in your eyes.
The couple laughed gaily as they gently spun around the room. Dancing seemed to create a world just for the two of them. Once again the man spun his blue eyed beauty out.
So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed
To think they could doubt my love.
Bringing her back into his arms the man stopped dancing. Cupping her chin he looked deep into her eyes. Slowly he bent close to brush his lips against hers. But he stopped and looked at her in confusion when she pressed her delicate fingers to his lips. Deep sadness and heartbreak now filled her eyes as she pushed herself away from the man.
Yet today my love has flown away
I am without my love.
The man tried in vain to pull his love back to him. However she just sadly shook her head and continued to back away. Before she faded from his vision she blew her love a kiss then she disappeared in wisps of smoke.
The man dejectedly turned back to the fireplace and stared once again at the flames.
Now laughing friends deride
Tears I can not hide, hide.
Through his gathering tears the man looked up from the flames to the chipped tea cup on his mantle. Picking it up, he cradled the fragile cup in his hands.
So I smile and say, when a lovely flame dies
Smoke gets in your eyes.
The man made his way to the giant arm chair and heavily sat down. Curling up in the plush chair the man reverently held the cup in one hand and grasped a heavy whiskey bottle in the other. Taking a large gulp the man finally let his own brokenhearted tears fall. But only one sound passed his lips. A whisper.
"Oh, Belle..."
And the song played on.
So I smile and say, when a lovely flame dies
Smoke gets in your eyes
Smoke gets in your eyes
Smoke gets in your eyes
Smoke gets in your eyes
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