The night was a dark canvas, studded with stars that shone with a celestial coldness, as if the universe itself were watching, observing, judging the humans who walked beneath its indifferent gaze. The park was deserted, save for a hooded figure who, despite the darkness, seemed unable to disappear into the shadows. And beside him, a muscular Pit Bull, with eyes as bright as the firmament itself, barked with boundless energy, a contrast to the calm and stillness that surrounded everything else.
Blitz walked with his hands in the pockets of his leather coat, his gaze fixed on the horizon, but his thoughts lost. Every now and then, he stole a glance at his wife, Stella, who walked a few steps ahead, wrapped in her elegant gray coat that didn't seem to hold even a hint of warmth. Her silhouette silhouetted by the moon, a contrast between her cold beauty and the palpable discomfort between them. No one would guess that this was a couple who, although broken, were in love in the most painful way possible.
The dog, Brutus, as Blitz had named him (in a burst of irony, of course), ran between them like a shadow, making the situation even more absurd and chaotic. Blitz looked at his wife, his eyes narrowed, sarcasm on the edge of his lips.
"Wow, Stella, how romantic this is, huh?" he said, his voice laced with a betraying irony. "Nothing like a walk under the stars... and the controlled chaos of our unhinged dog."
Stella, without looking at him, adjusted her scarf, ignoring his presence as if she were talking to a wall. However, she couldn't prevent a small smile from appearing on her lips, even though her face remained as cold as ice. Blitz had noticed, and although he would never admit it, the small gesture had been enough to unsettle him.
"And what about romance, Stella?" he continued, taking a step toward her, his tone now softer, almost dangerous, as if he wanted to catch her in a trap. "Isn't it romantic to walk with the love of your life under such an… empty sky?"
Stella, her gaze as sharp as a knife, stopped, facing him at last. Her expression was a mirror, reflecting a mixture of disdain and something much deeper, something she herself would never dare name.
"You're so reckless, Blitz." Her voice was a whisper that cut through the air, but there was a palpable tension between them, an electric current running through every word. "You're the personification of everything that irritates and attracts me at the same time."
Blitz grinned, a flash of amusement and defiance shining in his eyes. He couldn't avoid her. He couldn't let her go. There was something so deadly attractive about the way she tried not to admit the obvious.
"Oh, so you're attracted to me being a mess, huh?" "Perfect. Because that's what I am. A mess on legs, and you…" He leaned a little closer, his voice now low, almost a whisper. "You're the queen of destruction, aren't you?"
Stella looked at him, and though the fire of rage burned brightly in her eyes, something else was there, something deeper. It was that spark she'd never been able to extinguish, the fierce, twisted love that couldn't stop consuming her, even when she hated him.
"I don't need your words, Blitz. I don't need your games. But…" He paused, a subtle tremor in his tone that, if left unchecked, would have gone unnoticed. "I've put up with you longer than I should have… and here we are, walking through a damn park, with a dog who's probably saner than we are."
The sarcasm, the venom in her words, had always been her way of hiding. But Blitz knew that game. He knew what lay beneath. And although his heart was never a place for the faint of heart, something inside him broke when he heard her.
"You know what, Stella?" he said, his voice softer now, but no less profound. "You're a mess, but you're my mess. And even if you won't admit it, you love me more than you'd like."
The tension in the air was unbearable, like a thread that seemed ready to snap at any moment. Stella stared at him, and for a second, something changed in her face. That hard facade of indifference cracked, only for an instant, but it was enough.
"You don't understand anything, Blitz..." she began, but the words faded in a sigh. She was too tired of fighting, though she would never admit it.
Blitz watched her, his eyes softening, the sarcasm cast aside for a moment. He approached her and, without saying a word, took her hand, squeezing it with unexpected tenderness. The dog, Brutus, who had already decided it was time for another run in circles, stopped at the scene, as if he understood that this moment was bigger than him.
"I'm not asking you to say it, Stella. I know how you feel. And even if I'm an idiot, I know you care about me," he said, his voice now heavy with something else, something he couldn't hide.
Stella looked at him, her gaze cold but no longer completely unwavering. For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, the air between them heavy with what they weren't saying, what they would never dare to say.
And then, with a sigh that mixed resignation and affection, Stella finally spoke, but this time she wasn't the same hard woman as before.
"You are... unbearable." "He whispered, his tone softer than it had been on the entire walk. "But I love you, Blitz. I'll love you until the end of this damn world."
Blitz smiled, letting the softness of his words sink into her chest. Even if they didn't say much, they didn't need more.
"That's all I need to hear."
The dog, as if understanding the serenity of the moment, lay down at her feet, finally exhausted. The night continued above them, the stars still shining, but now, somehow, everything seemed a little more bearable.
The night wind began to chill Stella's skin, but even that didn't manage to cool the heat that had ignited within her. When Blitz looked at her, his eyes so intense, so full of raw, deep emotion, something inside her broke. Just for a second. That small instant where the fortress she'd built with years of indifference cracked and revealed the vulnerability she herself insisted on hiding.
Blitz, however, didn't pressure her, didn't force her heart. He stood there, silent, letting the moment speak for itself, as if their gestures could be the words they both refused to speak.
Stella looked down, her fingers almost trembling as she squeezed Blitz's hand, that hand so familiar, so strong, that seemed the only constant in her life.
"Don't think this changes me, Blitz," she murmured, but this time, the coldness of his words was tinged with something she couldn't hide. A vulnerability she wasn't willing to admit, but that had surfaced without warning.
Blitz, for a moment, said nothing. He just smiled, the smile only Stella could see. The smile he showed to no one else, because despite everything, despite their fights, their tensions, he was completely hers. And, somehow, he knew she was completely his too.
"I don't believe you, Stella," he replied, his voice now soft, but the glint of mischief still in his eyes. "I see you, sometimes, when you think I'm not looking. And I know that inside you, there's a part of you that doesn't hate me as much as you say it does."
Stella jerked her head up, the fire in her eyes rekindling, but this time, it wasn't pure fury, but a kind of automatic reaction, an impulse born of a love she never wanted to acknowledge.
"Don't act wise, Blitz," she said, almost laughing bitterly. "You don't need to tell me what I know you already know. I'm an idiot for…" She paused, her throat closing, unable to continue what she really wanted to say.
Blitz took a step toward her, ignoring the harshness in his tone, aware that this moment was far greater than any defense Stella could put up. He took her by the shoulders, with unexpected gentleness, and looked into her eyes, that connection that always existed between them, that had never disappeared, even if they tried.
"You're not an idiot, Stella," he said, his voice cracking with a sincerity he didn't usually show. "All you are is mine. And I am yours. Even if it's hard for you to accept, even if it hurts…" His hand moved up to her face, gently touching her cheek. "I love you more than I'm capable of showing you. I'm not perfect, you know that, but I'm trying. I'm trying for you."
Stella blinked, as if those words had struck a blow to her heart. For a moment, his eyes softened, as if the fog that had always covered his soul began to dissipate. She, who had always been the pillar of all his sarcasm and harshness, felt something inside her give way. Just a little. Just for a moment.
But, as always, she quickly composed herself and removed Blitz's hand from her face, giving him a touch of coldness that was already familiar to her.
"Don't be so dramatic, Blitz," he said, his tone lower, but with that distance he had been cultivating for so long. "You don't need to make me feel like I'm the only reason you breathe. But..." He paused, and for a moment, his eyes softened again, before he added in a whisper, "Don't hate me for being so complicated. I'm not as easy as you."
Blitz, who had been expecting that harshness, let out a small laugh. Not of mockery, but of pure admiration. Because he knew that, even if she said it, the reality was very different. Stella, so cold and distant, so fierce in her independence, was nothing more than a reflection of his overwhelming and unrequited love.
"Complicated?" he laughed, the tone almost mocking in his voice, but without malice. "No, Stella, you're the opposite. You're... the only thing that keeps me sane, even when you won't admit it."
Stella closed her eyes, unable to find an immediate response. For a second, she felt her heart overflow with something she didn't know how to contain. In her chest, that inner fury fused with a tenderness she didn't want to let go.
The dog, Brutus, jumped around them again, barking as if the silence between them was a signal for the madness to return. Stella turned to him, smiling slightly as she pushed him away with a gentle shove.
"Always ruining the moment…" he said, but his voice no longer held the harshness it had before.
Blitz observed that change in her, that almost imperceptible surrender to the softness he never wanted to admit he felt. And for a moment, the stars above them seemed to shine a little brighter, as if the universe was finally acknowledging what he already knew.
"It doesn't matter, Stella. I ruin everything, but…" He leaned closer to her once more, his tone full of tenderness. "At least I'm here, with you. And even if you deny it, that's what matters most."
Stella sighed, closing her eyes, feeling how the darkness of the night seemed to envelop them, but in a much warmer way than it had ever been before. Without saying anything, she let her fingers lightly brush Blitz's, an unspoken sign of acceptance.
"You're so… unbearable," he murmured, but this time, not in anger. It was just a painful acceptance, a surrender to the inevitable.
Blitz smiled, his heart pounding harder than it should have, as he felt the fragility of that moment between them, something that had never been so real.
"I know," he said, his tone as soft as a whisper, as he felt that, for the first time in a long time, the silence they shared was the most perfect thing they'd ever had.
And though the stars were still up above, cold and indifferent, beneath them, in that small corner of the world, Stella and Blitz couldn't help but be, if only for a moment, two broken but whole souls, clinging to the only thing that truly mattered.
The night air was growing cooler, but the warmth emanating from Blitz's presence made everything more bearable, almost comfortable. Stella felt a strange warmth inside her, something she didn't want to accept, but could no longer ignore. It was the same warmth that had always existed between them, but which she had pushed aside for so long. Love was there, waiting, persistent and silent, in the same way the stars shone above them, asking nothing in return.
Blitz, feeling the gentleness in her movements and in her words, decided not to break the silence. He knew it was better to let the calm envelop everything, to let that small space between them be theirs. There was no rush. There was no need for words when they both knew exactly what they were saying to each other inside.
Stella, however, couldn't help but make one last attempt to regain her strength, which had always been her shield, that impenetrable armor that kept her distant from everything she felt.
"Don't look at me like that." she said in a low voice, but no longer as fierce. —You know I've never been good at… this.
Blitz, still smiling, stared at her, his eyes shining with something more than simple amusement. It was the truth. He saw her, understood her, knew her more than she knew.
"You don't need to be good at this, Stella. You just need to be you, he whispered." " And I… I love you. Just the way you are".
Those words, so simple and so loaded with meaning, hung between them like a cloud that wouldn't go away. Stella closed her eyes, her breathing slightly ragged, not from the cold air, but from the emotion that was beginning to suffocate her a little. It was a bittersweet feeling, like a candy that tasted too intense and at the same time, somewhat bitter.
"Don't flatter yourself, Blitz, she said, opening her eyes, but without the same harshness. Now, her tone was just a sigh, a weak mask she could no longer fully maintain". "You know that all this…"
But Blitz didn't let her continue. He approached slowly, with that sure gait he always had, and took her face in his hands, his touch so soft and tender that it seemed a contrast to everything that had been between them.
"You don't need to say anything else, Stella," he said, his voice so deep, so full of suppressed emotion that it almost broke her. —I don't care if you don't tell me what you think. I know everything about you. And that's enough for me.
His words were like a caress, like a sigh in the midst of the storm. And Stella, who had always been the strength of the storm, felt weak under his gaze. The truth unfolded, simple and pure, before her, and it was almost unbearable.
Blitz, seeing that she didn't move away, brought his forehead close to hers, the connection between them so intense that she could almost hear their hearts beating in sync. A heartbeat that spoke in a language only they understood.
"I love you, Stella," he said gently, but with such heartbreaking truth that Stella couldn't help but feel the weight of his words. "I love you with everything I am. With everything I have. And I don't need anything else. I just... I just want to be here, with you."
Unable to help it, Stella closed her eyes. It was as if that declaration of love had touched her deep inside, a part of her she had tried to keep hidden, a corner of her soul she had never allowed anyone to access.
"You're impossible," he murmured, but the irony was gone from his tone. Only a softness remained, one that surprised even her.
Blitz smiled tenderly, brushing his nose against hers in an almost childlike gesture, but so full of love that Stella couldn't help but sigh. Sometimes, in those small gestures, she found more than she'd ever sought.
The dog, Brutus, watched from his spot, lying on the grass, his tongue hanging out and a tired look on his face. Apparently, he wasn't as stupid as everyone thought, and he understood, somehow, that his work here was done. With a yawn, he turned his head to the side, deciding not to interrupt the couple any further.
And then, with a final sigh, Stella allowed herself, for the first time in a long time, to let go. Not completely, not entirely, but enough that the gap between her and Blitz began to close, even if only a little.
"I hate you for doing this to me," he said, almost jokingly, but not with the same energy. It was something softer, as if, finally, a piece of her was accepting the inevitable.
Blitz laughed, that deep, warm laugh that only Stella could make sound like a sigh of relief in her chest.
"I know. But I don't care," she said, with a wide smile, as real as everything they shared.
And under that starry sky, with silence enveloping everything around them, the two of them stood together, hands clasped, the beating of their hearts resonating in their chests. They didn't need to say more. They knew what each other meant to them.
Because, at the end of the day, even the darkest shadows could give way to the brightest light. And among those shadows, they had found something greater than any star: their love.
The air had cooled further, but the warmth between them remained the only truth that mattered. The two of them, standing under the starry blanket of night, stood in that sacred space that finally seemed to be theirs. No rush, no barriers, no need to keep fighting the obvious. They were there, together, and that was enough.
Blitz let out a long breath, almost as if with his breath he exhaled all the tension, all the insecurities, everything he'd tried to hide for years. Gazing at Stella, he saw something in her eyes he'd never seen before: a fragility that, though she tried to hide it, shone like the stars above them. That was the truth of their relationship, wasn't it? Between darkness and light, between hardness and softness, they always found each other. Sometimes, through fights and sarcasm, and other times, through the purest tenderness.
"Stella…" he murmured, as if every syllable was laden with all the emotion he finally couldn't contain. "I promise you I'm not going anywhere. I'm here. Forever. And, even if you don't believe me, every piece of me belongs to you."
She looked at him silently for a moment, the words caught in her throat, as if she were fighting something much bigger than her pride. The truth was, the idea of losing Blitz, even if she never admitted it out loud, terrified her. He was her strength and her weakness, her storm and her calm, all rolled into one.
"Don't make me promises…" she said, her voice softest, almost as if her fragile tone might break if she said anything else. "I'm not good with those things…"
Blitz, seeing her so vulnerable and so, finally, real, couldn't help but smile softly, with a certain tenderness that only she could inspire.
"No promises." "He said, lifting a hand and gently caressing her cheek, as if she were the most fragile and precious treasure. "But no matter what happens, I will love you. Not with promises, but with deeds. Every day. Always."
Stella closed her eyes at that touch, her chest rising with a deeper breath than she would have liked to admit. She allowed herself for a second, just a second, to let down the walls she had built for so long. Blitz had become such a constant, such a sure presence that his love no longer caused her fear, but a warmth that enveloped her.
Without a word, she slowly moved closer to him. There was no anger, no distance, only the stillness that united them. And when their lips finally met, it was as if the world around them disappeared, leaving only the beating of their hearts, synchronized in a single rhythm, a single desire. It was a tender kiss, almost shy at first, as if it were the first in a long time, but also the deepest of all.
Blitz closed his eyes, enjoying the softness of those lips he had so desired, so longed for. And Stella, for a brief moment, let go of all her control, immersing herself in the sweetness of that love she had never expected, but for which she had been waiting all her life.
The dog Bruto approached at that moment, with a low growl as if he didn't want to interrupt, but at the same time, he couldn't help but jump between them, barking with his boundless energy.
Stella turned her head away, smiling involuntarily, as if finally accepting that life couldn't be perfect, but it could be beautiful, even in its imperfection. Blitz, with a soft laugh, also moved away slightly, looking at Bruto with exasperation, but not without affection.
"Always ruining the moment," he said, but his tone was light, full of the love from someone who no longer needs to hide.
Stella, laughing softly, playfully punched him in the arm.
"Don't complain. It's your fault for having such a... enthusiastic pet."
Blitz looked at her with knowing eyes, taking her by the waist and pulling her back towards him, as if he couldn't help feeling that every second by her side was a gift, despite the fights, despite the obstacles.
"It's Brutus's fault, yes. But also yours, for being so irresistible," he said, his voice almost a whisper, as if he wanted to steal a moment just for them, to hold on to that corner of peace.
Stella looked up, her face softer now, almost childlike in its expression, as if she could finally show that side of herself she had always kept hidden.
"You're a fool, Blitz," she whispered, but without malice, only affection.
Blitz smiled again, bringing his face closer to hers and, with unusual gentleness, whispered near her ear.
"Yes. But I'm your fool."
The night continued above them, the stars shining like silent witnesses to a love that, though complicated, was deep and real. The shadows of their pasts couldn't erase what they had built together, and as they walked hand in hand toward the horizon, Brutus trotting beside them, they knew that no matter what came, they would always be there for each other.
Between darkness and light, between fragility and strength, Stella and Blitz loved each other, each with their flaws, but also with a love that, though hidden, was unbreakable.
And so, under the stars, as the wind continued to blow, they found not only each other, but also each other, in that small corner of the night where anything was possible.