I sat in the small cozy cottage looking between the raging storm outside the yellow stained window and the glass of whiskey resting on the arm of my chair, swirling it around as I listened to the ticking of the clock like it was a time bomb. Afraid.
I was afraid she wouldn't show up, the old mahogany grandfather clock read read: 19 minutes past 7. I tried to shake off the thoughts of her, my Aria, where I guessed she would be. she was nineteen, twenty minutes late already, at first I thought that she was with her family- her extremely wealthy family, meaning she had maids, servants and about 10 bedrooms. That was my entail thought.
I remembered back to the last time i saw Aria. She had curled her long brown hair making it slightly shorter on her lower back and matching it perfectly with her effortlessly applied minimal makeup. It was that night she told me about him. Jake. The one her parents wanted her to marry; rich, healthy, good looking and not me. That was when what was going on hit me.
She was late that night as well, claiming she had to tell her parents she didn't want to marry him. I thought I knew better about this situation jumping to conclusions about where she would be, she loved him, not me, I couldn't shake the thought out of my head.
Aria was still not here and my towering grandfather clock now read 30 minutes past 7. That was when she burst through the door.
She slipped her soaking hood off her head and let her wavy brown hair down her back. She proceeded to take off the wet cloak followed by her scarf and gloves, leaving them all dripping on the table by the door. The roaring fire had been going for almost an hour now waiting for her delayed arrival. Aria sat beside me where she could talk to me as well as feel the heat from the fire, she began sitting closer to me, murmuring sweet nothings into my ear while attempting to reveal her pale shoulder to me. She did love me.
This made my next decision harder. I had to decide before she left, I now knew she loved me but, however could not be with me: the tramp, the alcoholic, the unfit to be in public this way she could. I stares down at the top of her head removing a strand of her hair from her face, normally an act of love but I just needed an excuse. I pulled Aria in so she was lying on my chest and pulled the strand of hair around her neck, wrapping it around three times.
no pain felt she; I am quite sure she felt no pain
I opened her eyelids revealing her deep hazel eyes, remembering how my Aria not only loved me but worshiped me. I carried the small girl to the bed I slept in resting her now lifeless body on my chest once more murmuring sweet nothings into her ear. I went to sleep knowing I did the right thing, I could have sweet Aria forever now, keeping her pure and mine, forever and always.