lonliness

It was just before 8 p.m. I was sitting in an antique shop looking at a picture. It was an old, beautiful picture. The red velvet sofa was soft and inviting. I made myself comfortable there and waited.

At that very moment the object of my desire appeared before me.
I gave him a friendly but reserved smile and began to speak with a lovely girl's voice: “Good evening.” I played on the hem of a pillow, “I was so absorbed in the beauty of the picture that I forgot the time. "I pretended to be sorry and looked at the floor, embarrassed.
His voice was deep and rough as I had imagined it to be. "Never mind, but now it's too dark ..." He thought for a moment. "If you are still waiting I will accompany you home," he added hastily and almost choked. I must have fascinated him. I nodded and he looked at the picture and then back to me in amazement. "Are you not okay?" I asked, taking a few steps closer.“No, no, everything is fine.” He shook his head hastily, took a few steps backwards and almost pushed a valuable lamp from a small table. Then he said hesitantly. "Only you look very much like the woman in the picture."
"Oh, really? But this woman is beautiful and wrapped in such a fine dress." He wanted to shower me with compliments, assure me that I had more charms than this woman, but the phone rang. He just nodded briefly to me and then left. When he came back, which didn't take long, I was still sitting on the sofa. He looked at me as if bewitched. Maybe he was, it didn't interest me at that moment. It was enough for me to know that I had called him and that he followed me immediately.
“Would you like to listen to my story?” He nodded again, hesitantly, but he nodded “Yes…” His voice sounded soft, fragile as his body, whose beauty was so ephemeral."Well, sit down" My voice was no longer lovely but more mature, like that of the woman in the picture, because this was me and I was her. I looked up at the picture and started to speak.

"I can still remember exactly. As if it had been yesterday. That evening it was pouring rain. I was alone or at least believed it. Later it turned out that this was not the case; if only I wasn't that now, what I am ... But I digress. "
She sat in silence on the velvet red sofa. It looked like she was lost in thought. After a while she licked her lips in resignation. >> Well, I don't like that cliché beginning, but what the heck. "She gave a short, almost imperceptible shrug.
"I felt alone. Left alone by love and by those who forbade me to feel it. My parents' words still haunted my head." She cleared her throat and began to speak in her father's voice.It was deep and velvety, like hers, but you could hear the disappointment and the anger was very present.
“How dare you with one of those?” Without clearing his throat, her father's voice became hers again. "My father screamed at me and my mother ..." There was a short pause and you could almost feel her pain, it seemed close enough to touch, so that the involuntary listener had to force himself not to reach out and reach for it. 'Nothing, not a word of accusation, of disappointment, only her look told me more than a thousand words. She was disappointed, angry and also hurt, but she didn't cry. No, she wasn't crying. 'Her gaze wandered to the window and to the moon, which one could see particularly well that evening. "I wanted to run away from myself and maybe the whole world that evening. Which didn't work out very well. Well, it doesn't matter." She stretched herself with relish like a cat. When she was done, she lay seductively on the sofa and looked at the person she was talking to.He wanted to accept the invitation and join her and stroke her like he would have done with a cat, but he didn't. Instead, he sank into her deep green eyes.

Loraniel was walking the streets of Segovia. It was quiet and not a soul was up or even wandering through the streets at this time. Loraniel didn't care. She ran quickly through the streets, which was not so easy in her dress of blood-red silk. Her mother had given it to her. It was embroidered with red and black pearls. The dress was strapless, which brought out her beautiful, slightly curved neck. Her eyes were red and painful from crying. A single tear graced her chin and sparkled like a diamond in the moonlight. Suddenly she stumbled. She was just barely able to suppress an outcry. Suddenly she was lying in strange arms, held by gentle hands, pressed against a man's chest. "You should be careful, mon petit trésor, where you are and how fast you are walking."A smile graced his full lips." I ... Oh! "Loraniel's complexion turned reddish." I'm sorry, I hope you haven't hurt yourself? "She couldn't take her gaze from his eyes, which appeared to be blood red.