A story about human being embodying nature itself.
She drifted in the silence of her room, moving like a shadow across the inanimate objects that surrounded her. She brushed her curtain aside and peered at the white orb towering above us, imperfect beings. How beautiful the moon was, the stars were no match for it and the clouds could not hide its glow. The thick velvet curtain could, as she let it fall covering the window and throwing the room back to its perpetual darkness and stillness.
She walked to the four poster bed, her hand gliding in the smoothly carved surface of the bed post. Her hands rested upon the mattress and blankets, inching closer to the figure lying there. Fingertips met flesh in a sweet caress, passion rise in her chest and soon she grasped the arm of the man sleeping soundly in her bed.
He stirred in his sleep, his eyes slowly opening to reveal two bright azure stars of light looking back at her. She smiled and her fingers brushed his cheek. He blinked a couple of times before pushing his body up, the sheets slipping off his pallid body exposing his toned chest. The steady rise and fall of his chest assured her of the living being he was, she took a seat beside him in the plush bed.
“Tell me again,” she parted her rosy lips and stopped in mid-sentence as he leaned on her and pressed his lips passionately against hers.
“I love you,” he whispered, his lips were now lightly against her own. He pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ears before tucking a finger underneath her chin and lifting up her attractive face to him. “Do you doubt me?”
She threw back her head, away from him, and stared at his jovial face. Her eyes were locked intensely on his innocent face, expectant of a positive answer. She lifted her hand and cupped his cheek with it; she inched closer, past his face and whispered in his ears.
“Doubting you will be like doubting the existence of the stars,” she pulled away, her lips lingered on his skin. She inhaled his scent and held it as long as possible before disappearing.
He slid his arms around her small waist and pulled her body to a full embrace, his lips hungered for her skin. His lips kissed her neck, each kiss went lower on her body. She stopped him, placing a finger under his chin and lifting his face to meet her eyes.
“I want to see those eyes of yours,” she said, running a fingertip around the brim of his eyes. “Such bright eyes, they belong to the skies.”
He took her hand in his and kissed her fingertips, his lips then pressed against her forehead, remaining close to her. “You are very poetic tonight,” he drew in a breath and look down at her, “that’s why I love you so much…”
“Liar,” she snapped sharply, pushing herself away from him. She stood up and paced away from him, toward her dressing table. She placed her hands against the mirror, a tear escaped from her eyes.
“What are you talking about?” he asked, remaining in the bed, an arrogant and annoyed face on him. “I said I loved you, which is why I’m here tonight!”
“My heart belongs entirely to you,” she seethed, drawing energy to keep her composure from crumbling down. “Why can’t you do the same for me?” She turned to face him, a defiant look on her face.
His expression remained unchanged and the silence was unbearable. He then cocked his head and glared at her, “come, join me in bed, is that not what you wanted all along?”
Tears welled on her eyes; she quickly blinked them away and started her approach to the bed. Her heart was torn down and her soul was unloved, he only wanted her body.
A twisted smile of self-satisfaction was settled on his lips as he spread his arms ready to receive her in his body. Numbed by pain, she entered his arms and rested her head against his chest, breathing his lotion once again. “You love me,” he taunted and sneered. He closed his arms around me and crushed me with his embrace. For some seconds, he held my body close to his, until his arms became feeble and weak. His breathing came in hard and uneven, slowly he parted away from my body stained with blood… his blood.
“What… have… you… done….to…me….” he said with a cracked voice. His hand searched for the pain in his side, feeling the hilt of a dagger. His blood was flowing out of the wound and trickling its way down to the bed. He contracted in pain and disbelief, his hands loosing grasp from my body and consciousness.
“You didn’t deny it,” she said in a voice as cold as night. She reached for the hilt and dislodged it from his body. He whined and dropped on the floor, his filthy blood spreading toward her bare feet. Silence dominated the serene scene once again. She moved away from him, the moonlight made its way through the curtains. She walked to the window, throwing the dagger aside and wiping the blood off her hands in her nightgown. She pulled the curtain aside, letting the light from the moon shower her in its grace.
She smiled and pushed aside the curtains to allow more moonlight to flow inside the room. She gazed at the night sky, wondering where the stars had gone. She knew the answer, she had killed the stars.