"Oh my, it is so beautiful tonight. Look at the stars," I said pointing a finger past the large daunting gargoyle.
"mmm hmm," Gian only mumbled. His eyes were nailed to the floor. His mind seemed to be elsewhere.
"What is it?" I asked, suddenly curious to know what it was exactly that occupied his entire attention. "Didn't you bring me up here for a reason?"
"Yes. I'd like to ask you if I could give you a kiss." He requested as plainly as if he were asking me to pass the sugar at a restaurant.
My chin slowly moved into my neck. I backed away in surprise. He had completely caught me off guard. Being the outspoken person that he is, it wasn't even a challenge to ask me something so personal.
I could no longer hide the smile that broke on my face. He slowly strutted towards me, eyes casually bouncing from the floor to my eyes. My lips began to part with each graceful step. He slowly cupped my head in his hand and leaned in. Our position had diverted from friendly to passionate so quickly.
"Your love is dead," a voice whispered somewhere far away. I opened my eyes as I was slammed upon the cold floors of reality.
Confused tears streamed down my face, but no cry escaped my lips. I closed my eyes and refused to let the better of them loose.
Did any truth remain in my existence now? Everything that I believe seems to erode from my grasp.
"You may never truly live until you allow your love's body to die. You cannot keep grasping onto something that is dead." A low soothing, yet intimidating voice whispered. The voice carried a thousand death angels on the wings that appeared so innocent. A sensual twist, a seductive taste was hidden behind the false innocence.
"How do you know of this?" I asked as a servant, not as a curious child.
"I know many things that you've never even dreamed of. "He replied.
I now wondered if this voice that I had believed was a man was truly mortal. "What gives you the power to speak through my dreams?" I asked quietly, almost hoping he wouldn't hear in fear of his power.
"Your simple mind child, you will never be able to comprehend the world I know. There is so many things that you have been too mentally blind to see." He said.
"My love is here. He came back to me!" I tried to reassure him. I tightly grasped my dress and bit my bottom lip trying to block out the truth in his words.
"Your love is dead." He said once more.
"NO!" I screamed and placed my hands over my ears. I lay on the bed, shook my head, and started humming joyfully, despite my tears.
It wasn't long before he violently ripped my hands from my ears and placed them on my legs. He violently gripped my shoulders, causing them to bruise beneath his fingertips. "Listen," he spat violently in my ear. I was silenced by his rage. I didn't dare to even flinch. I could feel him standing over my body. "I heard you talking to yourself. You've gone mad! Don't you dare think you're the only one in this world that has suffered loss!"
I don't know how, but somehow his words caused the madness to dissolve. I flinched trying to comprehend that the very power man that is holding me, also has feelings of his own. My emotion must have shown because he slowly loosened his grip around my arms. When he was off of me, I still felt his presence. I felt his eyes searching my body. What was it that he was looking for? Perfection? If so he won't find it. If he posses such a value, he will not find another creature that also caries his perfection. Or had he already lost her?