by JDCLANDICE
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They sat entwined under the heavy moonlight. One caressing the other’s face. Another, with exploring hands; tongues dueling. Both bodies void of any clothing. The morning will come and she will no longer see her Stone.
He told her he never suffered a Curse such as this one before so it will be new to them both. They had a disagreement over her soul. She didn’t want all of it back because then her sickness would return and she enjoyed feeling healthy and in control.
Stone then explained he was part of a race who were not kind creatures- typically. Whatever they do is for their own benefit in the end. Samosa said maybe he was the last of his kind. He must have been cut from a different cloth.
That night, Stone made love to Samosa. First, slowly and passionately and then once she became used to him, they blended into one another, comfortably. Both starved for something and needing this Something terribly.
When the morning came, Samosa opened her eyes to the sunlight, used her hand to cover her eyes for the sun’s liquid light slipped through the blinds. Stone was hers and she will love him as he’ll love her forever. Marriage was foreign to him, he told her. It wasn’t for her either. All they had was now.
Rolling over she realized she was the only one in bed. The sheets were tangled from last night. The scent of lovemaking, a sweet perfume hung on the fabric of the pillows and mattress. “Stone?” She called softly.
“Right here.”
Samosa squinted at the blinds. It sounded like he was standing there. “It’s part of my curse, love.”
It was like looking at a misty, digital form of him. “Oh Stone!” She cried and leaped from the bed to stand by him. She caught sight of his finger tracing her face, her hair and then down her neck.
“Can you live in this way? Can you step into a brighter room so I can see you?”
Stone was quiet for a minute before answering. “It doesn’t work that way. Day and night are not only predicated on sun and moon. Our bodies, even yours is programmed to come up with the sun. It’s a physiological thing. Even in a much lightened room I will be invisible. I am sorry, Samosa.”
Her tears bubbled then fell.
Sadly, she would have to get used to this.
Her Nightwalker.
Part 2: Elope With the Night
“But each one is tempted when, by his own evil desire, he is dragged away and enticed. Then, after desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full-grown, gives birth to death.” [James 1:14-15]
