Part 8. Dreamer

‘I know it’s wrong… but she is so close. Her scent is too seductive to be true. Fate couldn’t give me such a great gift.’

– It could. You should drink if you want… I don’t mind. – whispered she bending to him.
He could feel the warmth of her body, sweet scent of her skin. He took her and put on the bed.

– Teller… – sighed she looking in his eyes.
– What? – asked he trying so hard to keep calm.
– Just never let me go.
– Never… – whispered he into her ear and kissed her neck.
This time it wasn’t so hurt. She was lying on the bed under him feeling how his tears were falling on her cheek and neck.
He drank not so much fearing to take all her blood.
Teller licked the wound on Kaija’s neck and it was gone. He looked at her with his wild eyes trying to see the shade of disgust in her eyes. But she was smiling at him.
Kaija touched his face softly and kissed his lips covered with blood.

… Castle. Dark tower of lighthouse was now only a shadow behind their backs.
Endless field was spreading to the horizon there. Pale sky was covered with grey clouds, but it didn’t seem like the rain.
Suddenly she heard the sound of waves. Enormous sea. Harsh and tameless.

Fresh air… Silent wind was playing in her hair, she closed her eyes and sat on the sand. Teller sat near.

– The sea… – sighed she. – Have you been here? – asked she with still closed eyes.
– Yes.. but it wasn’t the same. All the time I missed something. Something really important… some part of my soul. Trying to find it everywhere in this endless world I went to many lands.. but it’s still the same.
Now I feel complete. For those long long years.

She was silent. And suddenly she started to sing.

‘The lonely man in the lost kingdom
The king of his life but the slave for freedom
He is but all alone through the years so long
Through the madness of this cold world

He thought it was foretold
His loneliness, endless lovelorn
Dreamer’s heart, poet’s part
Chapter one for a diary of the Dark
Lost tear hidden by the hearth’

Pale red sun smiled at them through the clouds sending them its last goodbye for this dying day…

Published by Linlin

Editor, poet, translator

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