The ceiling seems closer, reflecting glimpses of shadows that desperately try to unveil our future. The room looks darker and the cold breeze that invades the room stays away from the warmth of your naked body. You are lying next to me, with your eyes closed. I can see the freshness of your lips, singing to me that you are innocent from all the sins you have committed. The white sheet that covers you reveals the perfection of your delicate body. You are dreaming, with a smile on your face, and you look even prettier than the day we first met. Even angels would cry as they soared through your beauty. You stay oblivious to the world outside, as I kiss your eyes, oblivious to my fate.
If only we knew…
Outside, sirens keep wailing in a sad, yet violent, requiem. Cries of the dark city reach my soul, like a hurtful request for forgiveness.
Our spirits are tainted with guilt, perpetuated by our own, brief desires. Our pasts keep haunting us with echoes of our sins.
To be continued.....
