6. I LOVE YOU
Satine was sleeping quietly and John was standing near her. This scene was repeated every night. He loved watching her more than ever. In the last night the artist started drawing a portrait of his beloved woman. If he had asked her, she wouldn't refuse, but that wasn't the problem. Three weeks has past from the meeting with James. The best period in his life. Satine completely recovered and all the dizziness and weakness disappeared. John wrote a letter to Christian, but there was no reply. He knew the answers should be found, but was content of this uncertainty. That made him feel guilty Satine didn't remember something more than the green eyes and red color, but John got to know her much more better. And his love grew bigger and more passionate. He could trust her every little detail he had hidden from the others. She was sweet, kind, sensitive, honest and understanding. The woman of his dreams. Both of them were going out often, but Satine didn't recognize no one and anything. He met her with all his friends and they were enchanted. James confessed he could make out why the artist was so in love with this lovely person. But it was so hard to face the beauty every day without touching her, without telling her how much he loved her. Harder than so many things. John sighed and kept on drawing. *** Satine had an uneasy sleep. Different than the dreams he had since her waking up in the studio. This time she heard an arrogant voice shouting loudly at her.
"You made me think you love me!"
All covered with sweat the young woman was running away in her dream, trying to escape the scary voice. "No", she whispered. This was. a monster. "Noooo, help me!" "Who? Where are the green eyes? Oh, anyone, help me, save me from him!" She screamed and started shaking in despaired in vain efforts to cross the nightmare. "Noooooo!" *** John jumped from her screaming. Satine started up in her dream, completely startling. She shouted, her eyes were widely opened and her skin grew pale. The poor woman seemed like she had tasted the authentic horror. The man threw himself toward her and shook her body. Satine was trembling and couldn't stop screaming mixed-up words. The crying drowned her face.
"Darling, calm down! It's only a nightmare! Please, wake up! Wake up."
John hugged Satine and pressed her tightly to him. Gradually she tore apart the web of this awful dream and relaxed in his arms, sobbing and exhausted of all that happened.
"It's all right, dear. Everything's all right!"
She looked up at him with eyes full of tears, despair and tragedy. His love strangled him and there was no chance to resist. The feelings were more powerful than his mind. All he wanted was to calm her down and erase this expression. John held her face and slowly bowed head close to it. His finger caressed the soft skin of her cheek. Like there was something in Satine's look. He pressed lips towards her and hugged her so tightly, afraid to let her go. For a moment his breath faded away, drawn in her sweetness. The young woman didn't try to fight. She just relaxed in his arms and kissed him with the same tenderness and passion. Everything around them disappeared in uneasy blur. John asked himself if it was a dream: the most beautiful dream of his life. "And what will happen after that?" The sharp and cruel question cut his mind. He imagined the eyes full of blame and regret and decided to stop this illusion. It was too early for that. He pushed Satine away and walked out from her.
"I." He uttered, keeping the tears. "I'm so sorry, dear. I don't know what's going on with me. I couldn't keep the desire. May be I'm just the person you thought I am."
"Why?" Satine got up and touched his arm. Then she looked at his eyes. "Don't sorry for anything. I want that too. There's something special between us. Come on, darling, warm me." She wrapped hands around his shoulders and drew him to touch her. It was too much for both of them to hide their feelings. John kissed her again and after that they made love in the most sensual and beautiful way in his life. The physical love couldn't compare with the fire and the sparkle flowing between them. May be it was wrong, but now it wasn't important. An hour later the new lovers relaxed in each other's arms, full of happiness and calm. If there was a paradise it could be just like this moment. One of the last real sweet events.
"Satine." He muttered, suddenly caught by the disturbing thoughts, while was caressing her skin and hair. "Do you. think it was right? I mean, you still don't remember anything concrete. The picture is more complicated and puzzling than I imagined. What if you have got husband and family? What if there is another one who loves you like I do? Every time I think this could happened my heart stops beating.
"I don't think that the man I heard in my dream had been very kind with me. And you know how I was looking when you had found me. I don't know what had happened in the past. But I know that the feeling between us is too beautiful and clear to be wrong."
"But. what will happen when we found out about your past? I'm scared."
"Don't be afraid, John. I won't leave you."
"Yes. I hope so." He smiled and held her more tightly, while all his worries faded away. John was sure everything would be all right.
If only he knew.
~ Please, people, don't hate me after this chapter, I'm not Anti Christian or something like this. Remember: THIS IS NOT THE END. A lot of things will happen in the future chapters and everything will be much more different in the end of the story.
Satine was sleeping quietly and John was standing near her. This scene was repeated every night. He loved watching her more than ever. In the last night the artist started drawing a portrait of his beloved woman. If he had asked her, she wouldn't refuse, but that wasn't the problem. Three weeks has past from the meeting with James. The best period in his life. Satine completely recovered and all the dizziness and weakness disappeared. John wrote a letter to Christian, but there was no reply. He knew the answers should be found, but was content of this uncertainty. That made him feel guilty Satine didn't remember something more than the green eyes and red color, but John got to know her much more better. And his love grew bigger and more passionate. He could trust her every little detail he had hidden from the others. She was sweet, kind, sensitive, honest and understanding. The woman of his dreams. Both of them were going out often, but Satine didn't recognize no one and anything. He met her with all his friends and they were enchanted. James confessed he could make out why the artist was so in love with this lovely person. But it was so hard to face the beauty every day without touching her, without telling her how much he loved her. Harder than so many things. John sighed and kept on drawing. *** Satine had an uneasy sleep. Different than the dreams he had since her waking up in the studio. This time she heard an arrogant voice shouting loudly at her.
"You made me think you love me!"
All covered with sweat the young woman was running away in her dream, trying to escape the scary voice. "No", she whispered. This was. a monster. "Noooo, help me!" "Who? Where are the green eyes? Oh, anyone, help me, save me from him!" She screamed and started shaking in despaired in vain efforts to cross the nightmare. "Noooooo!" *** John jumped from her screaming. Satine started up in her dream, completely startling. She shouted, her eyes were widely opened and her skin grew pale. The poor woman seemed like she had tasted the authentic horror. The man threw himself toward her and shook her body. Satine was trembling and couldn't stop screaming mixed-up words. The crying drowned her face.
"Darling, calm down! It's only a nightmare! Please, wake up! Wake up."
John hugged Satine and pressed her tightly to him. Gradually she tore apart the web of this awful dream and relaxed in his arms, sobbing and exhausted of all that happened.
"It's all right, dear. Everything's all right!"
She looked up at him with eyes full of tears, despair and tragedy. His love strangled him and there was no chance to resist. The feelings were more powerful than his mind. All he wanted was to calm her down and erase this expression. John held her face and slowly bowed head close to it. His finger caressed the soft skin of her cheek. Like there was something in Satine's look. He pressed lips towards her and hugged her so tightly, afraid to let her go. For a moment his breath faded away, drawn in her sweetness. The young woman didn't try to fight. She just relaxed in his arms and kissed him with the same tenderness and passion. Everything around them disappeared in uneasy blur. John asked himself if it was a dream: the most beautiful dream of his life. "And what will happen after that?" The sharp and cruel question cut his mind. He imagined the eyes full of blame and regret and decided to stop this illusion. It was too early for that. He pushed Satine away and walked out from her.
"I." He uttered, keeping the tears. "I'm so sorry, dear. I don't know what's going on with me. I couldn't keep the desire. May be I'm just the person you thought I am."
"Why?" Satine got up and touched his arm. Then she looked at his eyes. "Don't sorry for anything. I want that too. There's something special between us. Come on, darling, warm me." She wrapped hands around his shoulders and drew him to touch her. It was too much for both of them to hide their feelings. John kissed her again and after that they made love in the most sensual and beautiful way in his life. The physical love couldn't compare with the fire and the sparkle flowing between them. May be it was wrong, but now it wasn't important. An hour later the new lovers relaxed in each other's arms, full of happiness and calm. If there was a paradise it could be just like this moment. One of the last real sweet events.
"Satine." He muttered, suddenly caught by the disturbing thoughts, while was caressing her skin and hair. "Do you. think it was right? I mean, you still don't remember anything concrete. The picture is more complicated and puzzling than I imagined. What if you have got husband and family? What if there is another one who loves you like I do? Every time I think this could happened my heart stops beating.
"I don't think that the man I heard in my dream had been very kind with me. And you know how I was looking when you had found me. I don't know what had happened in the past. But I know that the feeling between us is too beautiful and clear to be wrong."
"But. what will happen when we found out about your past? I'm scared."
"Don't be afraid, John. I won't leave you."
"Yes. I hope so." He smiled and held her more tightly, while all his worries faded away. John was sure everything would be all right.
If only he knew.
~ Please, people, don't hate me after this chapter, I'm not Anti Christian or something like this. Remember: THIS IS NOT THE END. A lot of things will happen in the future chapters and everything will be much more different in the end of the story.