Avaricious : Momentum (Prologue) I wonder if I am one in line or just happened to pick up or if I am chosen. I wonder if I am settled for, an accident, coincidence, convenience, or if I am deliberate. And I'll bury myself so deep inside you and I'll be your tragedy since I have so much to spare and you won't have to find it anywhere else and then we'll write a book. To see her there… hunched over on the floor at his feet; blood vibrantly painting the marble, a small gathering of life and tears. This woman, Adalia, who had she been? He tried to think of all the things that made her real. The red umbrella with black trimming that twirled over her shoulder. Her hungry, lustful desires - biting his fingers, raking her nails across his backside, tugging his lips… The way she fucked; her every move… How the sky mystically turned into some purple twilight while they laid in the hospital bed. The simple gesture of holding her hand, kissing her neck in the corridors…. "I'm doing us a favor…" He felt the words struggling to escape his lips, fearing the worst. Every drop of despair hung to her words, aching and torn, "You call this a favor…" In his mind, in those fragmented minutes passing like an endless dream, he picked through their memories like negatives of a filmstrip. Finding her by the water on the beach; the way she welcomed him into her crumbling world. How good it felt to finally touch her after wandering through that empty house like strangers… The death of Claudia which brought about the heartbreak, the unbearable agony that shattered their lives… "I've lost the war, Reno…" The insanity that followed after the treatments and molding and decaying of their love. "…I'm too tired. I don't want to fight anymore." All the tears and bloodshed and massacre of mortal hearts and beliefs for fifteen years; all of it coming to a screeching halt. Once more she'd become a stranger right before his eyes, her emotions showing him the love she cradled for years and the silent suffering it had brought along with it. "It's all over now." Life is fickle, easily taken by another. You can avoid the hunger of death; stall it by dangling tempting distractions to keep it at bay. The inevitable price of what is paid for living out one lifetime at a time.
......to be continued.