Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly,
Hopelessly I'll give you everything,
But I 'will not give you up, I will not let you down
And I will not leave you falling ...
If the moment ever comes.
All Black had this color in his eyes.
The damp earth and mud, dead leaves on the floor that creaked under his feet, the silhouettes of the weeping willows that decorated the bleak landscape, his own shadow was darker than usual. Everything was full of shades of night hovering over him. Even the sky was clear, unnaturally empty, except one exception.
The Moon was there, on top of him, heavy and immobile, staring at him disdainfully from his superior indifference and he fell to his knees, overwhelmed at the sight.
Because his heart was no longer able to accept that there was beauty, the world, that this round light was so pure and beautiful e. .. cold.
He looked at his hands dirty with dust, and then brought her face, cleaning them with their own desperate tears.
He found the strength to rise again, and headed towards an uncertain point, a precise. Pushed aside the branches that stretched before him as to want to reject, and finally stopped.
He looked down and found quite a large rock.
A smooth white marble tombstone, decorated with some flowers that he brought you fresh every few days.
As he did every time, knelt in the face and gently kissed the inscription engraved on it.
The name of his beloved. Heroine who had saved his life. The woman he loved. The vampire who had stolen my heart from his chest even when he did not know such a thing was not possible. And when he touched his chest was surprised to still hear a beat, strong and quick, but then bowed his head thinking that now was a mechanical drum, and the fact that thunders still inside him was not enough to want to to hear more.
thoughtfully stroked the edges of the stone as if he was walking along the beautiful body of his beloved, with the same tenderness and devotion itself, then rested on the ground long, thin wrap she had brought with him.
unrolled the cloth, revealing a sword.
Wonderful, light, reflected on the long sharp blade the whiteness of the moon, and the man paused to admire the hilt inlaid and rusty. It had to be a family heirloom, whatever it was.
-Faith-whispered. He did not expect any response, but that invocation was spoken by almost involuntarily.
He remained with the weapon in his hands, unsure what to do. Why did he reach?
not had the courage to formulate the thought, but the intention was only one intrinsic.
Because without all the nice and sweet vampire orbit revolved around which he had unwittingly set aside. Wandering through space and time without a goal, without being able to find a new order to be given to their movement, the days were now only a series of sun and moon in the sky, the words were just sounds vague and useless that vibrated in the air The human contact he had become unbearable, and still have the solitude he had stopped to have that strange effect comforter.
Matt had lost his sense of everything.
He thought one of the reasons that had kept him alive: the music, his Muse.
He thought of everything, Dom and Chris, the vibrations, the emotions, the feeling of being together with two of the few people who saw who he really was.
He thought that without him the project would be dead. But he was already a long time, then did not see the difference.
And then there was something else too who loved their music, everything behind it. All the laughter, beauty, meaning, vitality, joy ...
too loved this to drag out a cart that no longer had the strength to move. It would have been better to leave all that work just as he was perfect, no flaws, rather than ruin it with the stains of an artistic sense now withered.
He looked again at the shining sword in his hands. He passed his finger on the blade slightly, looking at the drop of red liquid on the tip that is sprinkled on the iron.
would be imported so much about the world if that sword was stained more? She felt the gentle breeze
become more insistent with his whistle to his ear. A different sound. A sweet sound. A voice?
-Matthew-whispered the wind.
Frightened, the boy jumped up, hoping you understand evil, and looked around. Then he smiled, mockingly to himself, he had hoped for even a moment.
The smile soon disappeared, replaced by a bitter expression. Now his mind was made fun of him.
Matthew.
heard the name repeated, whispered like a secret, and remained petrified. Building, stood listening to the fresh air and then when she seemed to have lost hope, she heard another:
-I am here, my love.
His whole body was crossed by a shudder, and turned pale, assuming an expression of amazement.
-Fe ... Faith? -, he murmured, repenting of a second after the stupidity of his actions. But no, instead received a response.
-Do not do anything rash, Matthew ...-. He had a worried tone. It was amazing that that already had a hissing tone. At these words of
, feeling another chill. He was too afraid it was just a product of his imagination.
-What should I do? - He began, his face contract with the effort not to cry-what I do, I continue to live an empty life?
not answered.
-... an empty life ...-, repeated, lowering his head and saw a tear drop to the ground.
Then he heard a tap. Just a physical contact. A touch on the cheek, she wiped away the second drop just got off the blue-eyed and off.
raised his head, still more surprised, and felt another tap. On the lips.
Wet e. .. warm.
Moist, like the first time he kissed her.
Warm as the last.
As when he gave his farewell.
The heart leapt at the memory of the night when it was over, when this beauty was over, when he had stopped breathing. He remembered perfectly grace intact face, the sweetness of the body which had jealously close the arms as if he could give her a soul.
-Do as you think, Matthew. But think about what you leave.
this time did not hesitate to answer:
-I do not care. If I can get back to you, I do not care just what the fuck I leave! - He shouted desperately.
Everything was quiet for a moment in which he felt only his breath calmed down gradually.
-right-he said his voice softened. And then said no more.
Matt, dazed, rocked on his feet for a moment. And she thought
the prospect of seeing her again, of being able to Bear his new glory, and had no doubt.
But before doing so, came out of his pocket a black marker, he slowly walked to the stone, and with a trembling hand wrote a simple sentence.
"Yes, Together We're Invincible."
After struggling with a firm hand the hilt of his sword, and cast a last glance at the world that was preparing to leave.
closed his eyes, breathe slowly, raised his arms, pointed at blade.
-Faith-
"There is a void in her eyes and I never wanted to see it.
peace and joy in his mind were lost.
The wants it back and think that there is only one way.
My love, we are still together? "
-Matt-
"... Yes.
For eternity, forever.
two of us,
invincible. "
