The Stars and the Wind
Everything reminded her of him. Everything.
Objects. Places. People. Everything. They all said one thing to her – Blaise.
She wanted a Nothing. To be in a Nothing. Where there were no objects or people or places. Just Nothing. Empty. Like the wide empty sky.
The wide empty sky she could see above her as she lay on her rooftop.
But the wide empty sky was full of stars. Stars that sparkled like his eyes as he spun her around the dance floor. Even when she closed her eyes he was there.
She got up. Paced right to the very edge where the roof ended. The grass below, so far below, glowed silver in the moonlight. Silver like the dagger he had bought her.
The wind teased the tips of her hair, curling a strand on her forehead. Her ears could hear it. It seemed to speak. It had a voice that whispered.
Blaise.
How easy it would be. One tiny step and then...
Blaise.
She would feel his arms around her again.
But then another sound cut through the wind.
A cry.
A baby's cry.
Her baby's cry.
Blaise.
Blaise.
Blaise.
Blaise.
Blaise!
"Bambino!"
She rushed from the roof and flew down the many stairs separating her from her baby. Her Bambino. Her Little Blaise.
She held him in her arms and wept.
"It' okay Bambino! Mama's here! Mama will always be here!"
As much as she needed one Blaise, the other Blaise needed her more.
So she stayed. And though she would often go up to the roof and stare at the stars, she never again visited the ledge with the wind.