Hadji stood quietly in his office and gazed out the window. He
looked past the garden and the servants. He slipped deep inside of
himself, troubled.
His home seemed troubled. Hadji couldn't place his finger on it but there was this negative energy manipulating the flow of life. He'd sensed it when he was meditating before bed. It was a dark shadow without a face that had swallowed all of them whole.
Hadji took a sip of coffee and sat down. Alleyah was troubled as well. It wasn't the look on her tranquil face or the way she moved, it was in her music. Every evening she practiced her violin and every evening Hadji listened. Last night was different. The notes were sad and soft. She had sensed it too.
Alleyah's music.
Hadji closed his eyes and inhaled. He'd dreamed of her every night since she arrived. It started with the music replaying itself in his mind as he laid in bed.
The music had teased the hidden places of his heart, mind, soul. . . and body. Hadji wanted to be the music. He wanted to be allowed to breath out into the soft forbidden ear and flow down the spine as a soft gentle stroke of emotion.
After such passionate cries from the violin, from Alleyah's fingers, from her heart, Hadji would dream. The dreams were always the same.
In his dreams Hadji could hear her violin all over again as it smoothed out down the hall and surrounded him. The high notes lifted his heart and the low notes left him in quiet despair. The gentle climax of the soft melody was like the arms of the song reaching out. Reaching to be embraced. The dying low tone of the deep sound was the emptyness, the aloneness that haunted and made the broken lost.
That was when he found her. He cradled her to him and felt the length of her body as it lined perfectly with his hard form. He could feel her skin pressed onto his. Her black raven hair covered his bare chest and her cheek gently rested above his heart. His fingers moved over her back, tracing her spine and molding her hips to his. He could pull her so close that her inhale was his exhale.
The heat rose to the surface, need pounded and pulsed through his veins. He couldn't pull her close enough to him. His hands tangled her hair as her fingers delicately traced the strong jaw of his face, stopping at his mouth.
From these dreams, Hadji never wanted the morning to come. To know within his heart there was one place he could touch her and keep her safe, was all he wanted.
Last night had been different. Last night he'd lost her.
In his embrace Alleyah cringed and he felt her body crumble. She evaporated from his arms and vanished with a mournful sigh on her lips. Empty space, a cruel cold replacement for what he had before tore at his insides leaving him cold. Then she appeared. An eternity stood between them. The sky became angry. . . aggressive, biting with lightening and growling with thunder. Fire and ice collided and shattered into pieces.
Alleyah fell into the black velvet night. Hadji tried to lunge for her. Arms out stretched. Fingers searching for raven black hair, to graze rose petal soft lips, to melt into violet eyes, to inhale what is exhaled in so doing, becoming one.
Alleyah was gone. She was consumed in dark cold shadows and death.
Hadji opened his eyes and returned his attention back to the window. He believed in his heart Alleyah was his. The nightmare was unnerving with everything else going on. What was left for him to do if he couldn't even keep her safe within himself?
Hadji sat quietly and finished his coffee.
His home seemed troubled. Hadji couldn't place his finger on it but there was this negative energy manipulating the flow of life. He'd sensed it when he was meditating before bed. It was a dark shadow without a face that had swallowed all of them whole.
Hadji took a sip of coffee and sat down. Alleyah was troubled as well. It wasn't the look on her tranquil face or the way she moved, it was in her music. Every evening she practiced her violin and every evening Hadji listened. Last night was different. The notes were sad and soft. She had sensed it too.
Alleyah's music.
Hadji closed his eyes and inhaled. He'd dreamed of her every night since she arrived. It started with the music replaying itself in his mind as he laid in bed.
The music had teased the hidden places of his heart, mind, soul. . . and body. Hadji wanted to be the music. He wanted to be allowed to breath out into the soft forbidden ear and flow down the spine as a soft gentle stroke of emotion.
After such passionate cries from the violin, from Alleyah's fingers, from her heart, Hadji would dream. The dreams were always the same.
In his dreams Hadji could hear her violin all over again as it smoothed out down the hall and surrounded him. The high notes lifted his heart and the low notes left him in quiet despair. The gentle climax of the soft melody was like the arms of the song reaching out. Reaching to be embraced. The dying low tone of the deep sound was the emptyness, the aloneness that haunted and made the broken lost.
That was when he found her. He cradled her to him and felt the length of her body as it lined perfectly with his hard form. He could feel her skin pressed onto his. Her black raven hair covered his bare chest and her cheek gently rested above his heart. His fingers moved over her back, tracing her spine and molding her hips to his. He could pull her so close that her inhale was his exhale.
The heat rose to the surface, need pounded and pulsed through his veins. He couldn't pull her close enough to him. His hands tangled her hair as her fingers delicately traced the strong jaw of his face, stopping at his mouth.
From these dreams, Hadji never wanted the morning to come. To know within his heart there was one place he could touch her and keep her safe, was all he wanted.
Last night had been different. Last night he'd lost her.
In his embrace Alleyah cringed and he felt her body crumble. She evaporated from his arms and vanished with a mournful sigh on her lips. Empty space, a cruel cold replacement for what he had before tore at his insides leaving him cold. Then she appeared. An eternity stood between them. The sky became angry. . . aggressive, biting with lightening and growling with thunder. Fire and ice collided and shattered into pieces.
Alleyah fell into the black velvet night. Hadji tried to lunge for her. Arms out stretched. Fingers searching for raven black hair, to graze rose petal soft lips, to melt into violet eyes, to inhale what is exhaled in so doing, becoming one.
Alleyah was gone. She was consumed in dark cold shadows and death.
Hadji opened his eyes and returned his attention back to the window. He believed in his heart Alleyah was his. The nightmare was unnerving with everything else going on. What was left for him to do if he couldn't even keep her safe within himself?
Hadji sat quietly and finished his coffee.