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Velvet
It’s over for he no longer moves. The councilman is dead. She has done her job, getting rid of those who oppose them. It’s a thankless job and she doesn’t want to be thanked. She stands at the window and looks back into the room. There is no trace of her existence there. Not a single clue. Though it wouldn’t matter if there was for they had ordered his death.
She descends through the window on the twenty third floor to the window of the twenty second. If she had been any other person she might have thought of the honest councilman’s wife and children. If she was another a wisp of at least pity or guilt would have passed through her body. She was not someone else. His wife and children never came into her mind. There was no guilt or pity. The corpse in the room above was already forgotten.
She doesn’t have time to worry about others. She has a forbidden love of her own. She is not one for love and this is the closest she’ll ever get to it. The fact that she is in love is disturbing enough alone but she is in love with him. He threatens everything that is her. He is worthy and unworthy of her. He is exactly like her.
She gently slips into the velvet dress he gave her. She doesn’t look in the mirror. He told her it would fit perfectly. She didn’t doubt him. He was the only one she didn’t doubt. She wears no jewels and carries no purse. They are not needed. The only thing she brings with her is herself.
She leaves the hotel behind never to return unless her job wills it. She walks barefoot and unguarded from the autumn breeze. She walks for blocks. Those that pass her don’t react. She is nothing but a shadow to them. She stops before a seemingly closed down building and stares at the pitch back sky above. No stars can shine over the city’s lights and a new moon is the current phase. Only the spotless velvet sheet is left visible. Perfect.
She opens the door and steps in. Locking it behind her and moving forward without any light for a guide. She is in no danger she knows this place well. Finding the steps she makes her way to the top. Each step awakens a memory and sensation. His touch, his voice, his warmth, and the way he calls her. With the final step onto the roof all the memories come to gather and he is reality set against a velvet sky.
He grabs her and she’s devoured by his touch, voice, and warmth. It’s a dance. They twirl and dive; spin and twist. Her velvet dress swirls and it’s hard to tell wear velvet dress and velvet sky part. They are where no one can see but them. If they want to look let them it ends this night.
They lay back and she is embracing him. They are not worth this. He is not worthless. In the end he is glad it was her. They are poisons for them but their poisonous addiction was their own selfish pleasure. As the poison of his life takes hold he grasps her one last time and calls her the way only he did.
“Velvet.”
anxious
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