The snowy night did
enaffect the fragile heart. As the cold wind breeze outside the circle of the
warmth, the wrath of a broken soul whispered the desperate ears; to what extent
could the woods burn a warming flame, or did the flame itself revolt, transform
what had been joy into tears?
Signore Fortissimo gazed
towards Alaleh emerging from the dining room into the lounge. Her auburn-haired
head was slightly moist, her cheek blanched of the cold weather entered the
room from the slightly-opened front door. Vito shut the door, and he didn't let
Alaleh lighted the fireplace more; he did it instead, asking her to take her
seat. He seated himself across the sulky-expressioned girl.
The night might somehow
tamed, the fairy lady could finally perch herself above the hill. She
questioned the timidly appearing stars, to what extent shall she admire the
human being? As what shall felt as love turned so fast into hatred, what
remained then was merely a glass of sorrow to be drunk beneath the fountain of
nigritude
If there was a fairy he
must have known, then it would be Adriana. His little sister. He could still
remember her childish move, her gay laugh... she was called the angel of the
family.
Alaleh reminded him of
her for a split second. As she combed her wavy hair aside one of her shoulders,
revealing her fair, poise neck.
Why did you become a
slave? Vito asked. Alaleh looked calm and she answered casually while
continuing combing her hair,
My mother sold me to
Roses' Lair, that tone was flat and airy.I was six, and The Madame thought I
was pretty good. I was decided to become one of the Twelve Virgins to be picked
by the highest offer at present... when I turn 18.
Vito did not speak
anything.Again, another story that merely concluded his more obligation to
thank The Creator to had let him born to be a man, and the only thing he should
worry about his life was when exactly the right time he shall stop this...
madness. To earn living by killing people in the battle field was not exactly a
thing he would like to do for the rest of his life.
He stretched his arm and
yawned. I'm going to sleep, he sleepily told Alaleh.
The maiden flinched and
yelled,
You ignorant brat! I
skip my bath just for this---TALK? What do you want?
Hey,I might go anytime
soon, now... I need to sleep as much as I can, Vito Fortissimo raised to his
feet towards his bedroom.
Anyway, Alaleh... he
said, making Alaleh turned her angry face towards him.
Do you actually like it
to live this way?
I always want to be an
abacist, not this, Alaleh replied and she went passed Fortissimo by, more
sulkily, towards her bedroom.
To what extent can the
heart trust? The vase of sorrow had a blossomed crimson rose, where each of the
fallen petals marked the amount of time wasted by a soul. The heart merely
wasting its time to learn nothing from the past but to mourn over it. The soul
of the broken-hearted fairy was lost, lost within the realm of despair and
uncertainty. Waiting for a light, a light to call a light that guide
Alaleh was never
dreaming about her father before. She never knew him, let alone maybe,
love--him. Well, indeed where she was now suddenly reminded her of her mother.
The black-haired beautiful, jovial young woman she always dreamt of to
reencounter, anytime during this remaining life, was now beaming at her.
But the only words that
could come out of her mouth was merely,
Why, Mother?
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