-_ ^ I'm back this week with a new update ... premettend maybe Dante will be seen mal'occhio, I hope not, but it could be ... is a little understood in some attitudes.
Anyway I do not want to talk too .... I leave you with Rene ...
EDIT: I had written ... you guessed it! the answer was to tell the truth Seth =) Congratulations! now you're too good (or am I that I have softening?).
warning ... dramha much (as in most of the rest of my stories xD)
Under the cut
6 months later.
"René ... moved to the right, tilts her face ... so good, be sexy!"
Ian Mallon's voice came harsh and professional while his assistant wrapped in a garish turquoise scarf holding the panels to project the appropriate light on her.
you obey every thing that was required, we also were his inspiration ... the blinding flash and rapid sequence one after another.
"Well, it is enough for today" Jeremy had ruled in the end, now had become his spokesperson, although he had offers from other world that she had refused, not interested in the fashion street in itself but she liked working with his friend and take pictures on a few occasions without that took much of his time.
His profession was different ... she was a psychologist, was what she wanted.
"What do you come with us to make a drink?" He asked Jeremy while he placed some old clothes for the photos.
"No, thank you. Tonight dinner with Seth! "
" Um ... we celebrate anything? "
" Actually yes, it is our seventh anniversary. "
" Wow ... a beautiful finish. Eye to the crisis of the seventh year, "she laughed. A blade had struck her in the chest ... not knowing what had gone closer to reality. Despite appearances were not without a couple of problems ... the fact that he did not know it did not make it less severe.
"Yeah ... I'll be careful!" Pulled a smile before diverting the conversation to a less thorny ... It was time to go home to change, she had brought back the change and went directly to the restaurant.
Outside the air was cold and the leaves had all fallen, now shades of brown and gold, aveanno left the comfortable shelter of branches and faded into the asphalt cold and unforgiving. The winter was near and could be heard quietly in the air with each breath, when it seemed to suck a thick dust in the nostrils of sharp glass. It was tight inside the coat as she walked from the taxi to the restaurant where Seth was waiting for and receiving immediately found, sitting at the bar for a drink.
"Hey!", Had placed a hand on his shoulder gently and with a big smile on his lips for a sheer pink gloss, while he had once stretched forward to kiss her.
"Finally ... the table is ready, are we going?" He grabbed
his left arm and had to drive up to the table where he, a knight, had pushed the chair in its effort to sit down. He saw
nervous drumming his fingers on the table covered with a sumptuous white cloth, his face was not completely relaxed, he understood that he took from the folds around the mouth, characteristic of him when he was thinking of something that worried him.
He mentioned his day, trying to launch a minimum of conversation ... but it was like to insist on something that did not seem to want to exist.
She let herself be carried away with memories, listening to the symphony, which drew the mind ... it was enough for a perfume, the scent of caramelized sugar to bring them back to mind his sin.
then he went that day was Halloween , Seth was at work and she had run away one floor below, which were sheltered in the safe haven in the arms of Dante.
They had enjoyed as children prepare caramelized apples and the smell had been impregnated in clothes for all the days to come. That
caramelized apple fruit was ever more appropriate ... ... Dante was holding the stick of wood while the closer to his lips ... that voracious had bitten the fruit of sin, all'unisone with his mouth and their lips were touched on them bringing a trail of thrills that had shaken the entire body.
And it was useless to say what it was ... emerged naked on the carpet in front of the fireplace to warm the superfluous ... you were loved as had happened over and over again.
"kidney? Six of us? "He shook his head when the voice of Seth had come to the brain ... I had looked into my eyes and now she felt guilty, feeling with which she lived for months now.
"Yes, I'm sorry ... were you saying?" He watched her lips move Seth to talk ... but did not know what he was talking ... eating like a robot, without giving weight to what was really going through. He lived in the past, it was an evening where the past was the main part. Dopo la prima volta con Dante… aveva provato a chiudere con lui e per le seguenti due settimane lo aveva evitato come un gatto evita l’acqua.
Ma non era servito… e quando l’aveva trovato in ascensore dentro di lei era rinata quella voglia di lui, quel desiderio spasmodico di essere sua… in toto… ma non poteva far questo a Seth, cazzo non poteva ferirlo.
Ma Dante… lui annebbiava la mente, la razionalità e forse si, lo amava… si, un amore malato, morboso… distruttivo forse…ma senza il quale non puoi vivere. Non puoi nemmeno immaginare di vivere senza l’altro. E per quanto ancora tentasse di chiudere con quella storia malsana non ci riusciva. Il cuore, ogni fibra di lei urlava the desire to be with him ... and the pain he felt when he got angry when he cried or broke a piece of furniture ... loved him.
How many times during those months had quarreled. Violent fights ... passionate as their love was not to exist. But as gushed: torment, instinct, vehemently. The sweet pain ... so they said.
was born a bitter smile on his lips that had been masked by swallowing a mouthful of feathers, but that night, when he had shouted for the umpteenth time that would not, could not bear to share it with Seth ... that he wanted her, his only and the stack of plates destroyed was thrown off the table ... while the screams rise above the noise of broken shards ... but she was not afraid of him ... he was saddened when he read his anger in his eyes ... his suffering.
But as every time ... those fights were just a prelude to more ... to a union that must have existed even if it hurt ... and could not help but be. Because she loved the way he hurt her.
He looked up, leaning on Seth's face was now relaxed and smiling, unaware of all that is twisted in her mind, unaware of the evil that she was doing. So why? He knew that was wrong, knew it well ... and was bad for this, but could not. He had once tried to tell him everything ... to confess his guilt and openly admit, finally, that their story had now exhausted ... but as he had looked into his eyes, with that look sweet and full of expectations for the future together ... we were not successful, not had managed to destroy all of its projects.
He caressed her face, closed his eyes and had enjoyed the moment with her boyfriend who loved her so much ... that would do everything for her.
drove a tear of remorse and smiled.
But I can not breathe Until
lot more I can fight
Until wrong feels right
And in this strange fact of forgetfulness and confusion of that bitter-sweet sorrow had come to the front door of the palace, where everything started and that changed his life ... those stairs who had attended the first fatal encounter.
Seth had come up, taking her hand and together they had moved a few steps to the entrance during which Seth laughed lovingly joking with her ... and she laughed, relaxed, maybe for the first moment of this strange evening.
But everything had stopped, frozen in a moment and his body remained motionless as he crossed the eyes of Dante, and leaning against the door with a cigarette between his lips ...
His eyes ... hard, full of anger that perhaps only she could read the tortured ... but also filled with bitterness and anguish.
It had seemed to be in a movie ... when everything stops around you, everything lost its importance and the rest of the world is black and white and only you and he are in color ... only you and he will move in your personal sweet sorrow.
Seth's hand that was pulling into the entrance and killed everything ... he walked with his legs trembled at every step ... more and more, louder and louder as they closeness to Dante, motionless and with her eyes on her was more reduced.
could hear his heart beat ... and also her when she passed beside flooded with her scent.
instinct instinct ... damn, damn it. Why Instinct is evil ... encourages you to do things that you can not do and to René ordered to disband by Seth's hand and run from him ... and perhaps even the eyes of Dante invited her to choose him ... but he could not ... no, really could not. He had close
stronger the hand of Seth, his eyes closed and deep breaths while fast, had crossed the gate back to breathe only when he heard the noise of the heavy wooden door slamming.
... Dante and his circle of hell.
Wait
Where are you going?
I leave No, do not let me back
We are coming back here again we
's so crazy
There could ... because every time he thought he had finally chosen her body on her and took possession of the led where he should not go? Because she wanted to go ... he wanted to fly in his personal circle ... burn, burn in the fires of hell with him ... would watch you burn ... but it was good ... loved the way it hurt.
wanted to do the right thing ... knew he had to do the right thing, he was tormented by this ... but could not, could not win this battle with morality ... because he loved his sin, could not help but like him ... so he did not want to hurt Seth .
But the night was bad, it was subtle and somehow drove every hidden desire ... and not too recondite. He waited ... and that Seth was sleeping, silent, she left the house at that time was close to where he did not feel at 'home' ... and had begun to run and beat his fists against the damn door that bore the license plate Claim. There was not taken too
and he had opened the door ... without hesitation, was launched on him by wrapping his neck with his arms and receiving kissed ...
Violento had pulled into the room closing the door with a kick, and fierce, he had slammed against the wall by lifting the thighs and responding to the kiss ... a kiss that tasted of sweet, did not know ... it was a tender kiss angry, brutal, violent, overbearing, arrogant, desperate ... distressed.
Then suddenly broke away from her, putting distance between their bodies ... a ridiculous distance, her lips were even a few millimeters and the wind would have difficulties to walk through.
But it was too far away for René ... was killing her with that look hard.
His breathing became increasingly labored and, with sharp tone, he spoke as his breath came up against his skin heating and chilling at the same time.
"I can not stand ..."
It was pulled back by putting some distance between her and him.
"can not stand it!", I shouted ... dry mouth ... could not breathe let alone speak.
Then Dante had taken to going around in the room ... and she followed him.
"Dante ..." was a whisper full full of guilt ... guilt that made her to sleep for months ...
"You know what it means for me to see you with him? Knowing that the night you make love with him? ", Had turned suddenly with two eyes darting scared that anyone would
..." I guess ... but I ... "
He had not given time to finish
" NO! - Shouted - you can not imagine, you do not know what it means to see the person you love to go back to embracing another after they have celebrated an anniversary ... you do not know ... do not know what it feels to know that the person you want, that you love more than you can say, is in the arms of another ... the very thought makes me crazy! "
" Dante ... I can not ... "she screamed as the tears she had begun to fall again ... out of control.
He had roared again, did not even know what ... and followed him to the brink of going prejudice in the small bathroom and looked at him ... ... the arm that tends, bloody knuckles that are hurled against the cold, hard surface the bathroom mirror, was a moment ... the sound of broken glass that shatters in front of her crumbling his reflection that Dante kept looking Czech with anger as he took to blows that object inanimate.
A moment lived in slow motion ... the perfect oval, amber, with those expressive eyes staring at him behind his back and her cheeks streaked with tears ... I could see clear a moment ago, that after a myriad of cracks had spread over her face crumbling under her gaze anguished.
He turned toward her, transfixed in front of the door ... he tried to say something but the words had died in his throat when he felt his life to grasp and lift on the strong shoulders of Dante, who brought in the room upside down on bed.
A violent act that had frightened her. He had not done any harm falling into the soft mattress ... but the impetus d’ira l’aveva impaurita… paura che si era affievolita quando l’aveva guardato in quegli occhi infiammati di rabbia, di gelosia. Lui non le avrebbe mai fatto alcun male.
Si era passato una mano sul volto dove si leggeva ogni sfumatura del suo stato d’animo.
Si era voltato, dandole le spalle mentre lei era ancora distesa su quel letto, sorretta dai gomiti che lo guardava…
“Hai mai amato qualcuno così tanto, che riesci a malapena a respirare?” , aveva citato una canzone… e lei l’aveva riconosciuta… e poi era tornato a guardarla.
“Si…te”, l’aveva detto di jet, without thinking ... without measuring the words ... and was amazed first that I have answered that way ... but his heart was stubborn and would not listen to her.
Her heart wanted to Dante, and she could no longer deny it.
She had seen him slump to the ground, sitting on the wooden floor.
She got up slowly ... aware that the gesture would have been the final one ... what really would have changed his way.
He had kissed his shoulder, kneeling in front while he kept staring at an indefinite point in the face and self.
With his hands had gone to seek her and had her fingers entwined with those of Dante ...
"Do not ever leave your hand ... I I love you, I'm yours, yours. "
... And at that moment nothing mattered more, nothing ... only had value to them that strinti in an embrace, he swore eternal love.
his lips were seeking, greedy and possessive ... they only wanted her to and she did not ask for more to life ... to be Dante's Claim.
... And his hands stroked all its forms and sinuous female, stroking the smooth skin covered by shivering, covered by the knowledge that the right choice ... it was the wrong choice.
She threw her head back, letting her hair fall back to touch the bare back now ... some tufts on the face that Dante ... she kissed down his neck, collarbone ... sinking in his scent.
kissed her woman and there was nothing better in the world.
He climbed the stairs slowly, some sad ... that what was about to face was the most harrowing he had ever had to do ... but it was what he wanted.
When he opened the door, in that November morning, he felt a new woman ... bitch ... but relieved.
The open window let in a cold draft, a bitter wind that she had not paid attention ... he had just laid an eye on the clock, ten.
was already full confession ... Seth was awake, sitting in the kitchen with his head in his hands.
As he closed the door he raised his head to look at, but did not say anything.
had taken the first steps hesitant ... Shit ... it was hard just thinking about having to say certain things .... Let alone say out loud.
"Where were you tonight?", His tone was almost devoid of intonation apathetic ... but he knew he was behind sorrow and resentment.
was time ... the moment that would mark his life and that of Seth for reflection ... but after all was right. He did not deserve this, she deserved someone who loved him without hesitation, with the same commitment and passion with which she loved Dante.
It was hard, it was excruciating ... but had to open his mouth to say finally the truth was over.
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SCENARIO A: confessed
It 's time ... to talk ... and talk. He will admit his mistakes and tell the whole truth about Dante.
least deserves to know that the blame for the end of their history is not his own, deserves to know that she has ruined everything. But it's not voluntary ... explain that their love had now been exhausted.
For the first time in those six months will be sincere and honest.
SCENARIO B: LEAVE WITHOUT THE EXPLANATIONS
Ok, this is clear and should leave ... but can not tell where it was that night, can not be said of Dante. The ferirebbe and now the thing is done ... let is painful enough without adding details to him.
Basically he lied for six months to selfishness ... maybe this time can lie for a good purpose.
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