4 roses

4 roses was all it took to win her over. One rose for every part he wanted: one for her eyes, one for her smile, one for her body and one for her soul. She didnt even fight it. She gave herself up and forgot about consequences.

As she was molding herself to be for him, he got scared. She was too much. Overwhelming.

She noticed but didnt say anything. He would deny it. She kept on, hoping her obsessive devotion would compensate for his lack of commitment.

He stepped back. Looked her in the eye and, all of the sudden, he forgot what was that he wanted from her. He only remembered her body, and he already had it.

He took it one last time, as she intended to capture him with it, to later on give him, a bit at a time, pieces of her, so that he would have her completely. It didnt work. He was blocked and his mind couldnt see more than a source of pleasure concealed in a body he remembered he once fancied.

He finished his journey and laid next to her. Her eyes were lost. His were too.

-I......I gotta go-he said-I have....something to do tomorrow-. She closed her eyes. -Are you ok? is there something wrong?-. She noded.

-Ok then, I ll see you later. Take care.

As the door closed, she opened her eyes. The mirror would reflect the image of a souless body.
She wispered as she incorporated and looked around the room. -Where did I left them?- she thought.

She stood up and went to get the roses. She came back and laid down pressing them against her chest.

The roses fell apart. As she and him did.

Iana
12:31 am
Tuesday, march 6 th 2006