I shouldn't have said anything.
Mon Sep 23, 2013 02:48

The sun was just about to fade, the last lingering rays of orange light teasing passing shadows of pedestrians that were slinking into the night. The light rain that had coated the better part of the day cleared away, retreating back towards the distant borders of Colorado. Niccolò listened to the soft pounding of distancing raindrops, clattering the sidewalk and rooftops, and hidden trees. Until there was nothing left but muggle chatter and restaurants, energetic venders, and his name breathed out into that last bit of day, golden hair glowing with highlighted orange and ember rays.

"Alexandra." He heard himself say, a distant echo that sounded faint, but inexplicably gave him strength. Like alcohol burning a path down his throat, spreading warmth and inspiring hope, even where there was none. She was something he carried around with him always, as he carried everyone he knew and mattered. His mother was that nagging voice of reason, and his father was that sharp jolt of criticism, while his siblings edged every responsibility and his friends occupied that space of thrill and happiness.

And she was something else entirely. Like a jagged puzzle piece he'd willingly pierced inside his own heart, never quite a perfect fit, but when he saw her, he could tug it out and his heart could breathe, so long as they remained together.

"You look..." He was whispering, stepping forward after a hesitation, both hands finding one of hers, raising it to his lips and closing his eyes as he kissed the pale cream of her palm. These were his fingers, and his hand and his palm as much as they were hers. The feel of her skin, the taste of her lips, they never fully left him whenever she was gone. She was blisters in his blood stream and open wounds, every sensation that ached inside his body, but when she arrived it was medicine, an instant wash of healing that lit his body up in fire and fumes.

"So what is so important as to arrange such a sudden meeting?"

He heard her question but the words took time to penetrate, lowering her palm from his lips but still holding on, pressing her hand against his thudding heart, gazing into the blinding blue of her eyes but not going blind. They shone through the night, a beacon he could always follow and find, leading him over the edge. Niccolò stepped a little closer, still holding her hand against his chest, one thumb massaging the soft skin of her wrist, drinking in as many details he could discern of her features.

"I have to tell you something." He finally spoke, holding onto her hand as if it were a life raft, a little too tight, unable to loosen. "I have to tell you something, and then I have to ask you something. And it may not be something that you want to hear - any of it - but I can't keep... what I mean is, I feel like we're running out of time, and there's nothing - there's no way to pause, you understand? There's no time to think. So whatever I say, however you feel about it, just know that I... I will always..."

He realized, suddenly, that his hold was too strong, too tight, and let go of her hand as if her skin had scorched his own, something like fright flashing across his face. He mumbled an apology in Portuguese, turning his head and raising a hand to his face, fingers clenched across his brow, the velvet box increasing in weight. He wanted to slam his forehead against the brick wall, and shout every insult in every language he knew at himself. There weren't enough words to accurately summarize his feelings for her, and there weren't any words that could make what he wanted to tell her and what he wanted to ask her okay. But still, it was impossible to go on and it was impossible to back out.

"Look," He lowered his hand from his creased brow, turning back towards her, stepping forward into her space, grabbing her shoulders, clenching and unclenching, hands rising to cradle her face. "Alexandra... I'm trying... but..." She was wearing makeup, he could tell, a swirl of color and artistry that as an artist he enjoyed, but beneath that was her skin, his thumb rubbing circles along the edges of her jaw, so soft like cream even when so much of her was hard, like ice that always dripped but never fully melted. "Alexandra..."

Niccolò gave up on his words, leaning forward, those last few inches, like night creeping into day, his warm breath coasting across her skin before his lips settled fully on her own. It was like a crash, waves upon the shore, but it was gentle too, even as his chest tightened up and everything burned, one thing remained constant and cool. "Te amo, querida." He whispered against her mouth, his eyes clenched shut, holding on but unable to look. "Alexandra, I love you."

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