Broken up.
1.13.16
"Alejandro," she spoke softly. It was a name that would never get old coming off her tongue. It left a sweet taste in her mouth every time she sang it out; her favorite love song. They'd been best friends since they could walk. In time, that friendship grew into something she didn't see coming. He'd been the one reliable thing in her life.
Arms wrapped around her and pulled her against his chest. It was that little gesture, that effortless motion that made her feel like she was safe. "I love you," she whispered softly, her hand meeting the pillow next to her head. She stared down at the modest little diamond on her ring finger. It was a promise of a better future. She was a girl, rich with dirty money showered in education and expensive things. None of which she wanted. That diamond meant more to her than anything in the world, she wouldn't trade it for anything. That's all she wanted, a modest life with him. To be his wife, to not live every day in fear beneath the thumb of a brutal man.
A gentle swipe of fingers brushed a waterfall of raven hair away from her eyes. "I love you, too," he said softly, resting his hand over hers. A trail of kisses was littered from her shoulder to that spot right behind her ear. "But?"
"No, please," she whined softly. "No but?" Her tone was practically begging him not to finish that sentence as she pressed herself tighter against his body. "Please, just lay here with me forever, please?" her voice desperate even as he began to shuffle away from her. Her back fell against the mattress. "Alejandro, please!" she cried.
"Gabriela!" he began, a hand on either side of her face. He rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. "You cannot live like this, you know you can't?" he whispered. "You have to stop doing this to yourself," he said softly. "Your future with me is a fantasy, and you know it." Those lips pressed hard against hers for a moment before he pulled back and turned his face away. "Lo siento, mi amor?" he said softly.
The kiss was returned with as much passion as the day they'd met, but she sobbed when it was broken. Begging in her native language when he began his apology. "No! Por favor! It's not right' We were supposed to get married" We were supposed to"how can you tell me it's never going to happen" How can' We were supposed to be married"!" she sobbed weakly.
Those eyes rolled open, and Alejandro died again when the dream ended. The light filtering into the room was painful against her sensitive eyes and throbbing head. She pushed herself up, lifting a nearly empty bottle of tequila that was lying next to her in the bed. Gabriela uncapped it and lifted it to her lips, finishing it off in a few gulps. She gasped for air and flopped back down. There were dark circles resting beneath her barely open eyes. She was pale, thin, and completely dead inside.
"Alejandro," she mumbled weakly. Once a name that could be sang time and time again. Now? Now it was the one name that could wipe the light completely out of her eyes. It brought felt heavy on the tongue, nearly an unspeakable lyric; the most bitter requiem for all things good. They were best friends, lovers, but her father had made sure to end any sort of future with him in the most morbid of ways. Now she had nothing.
"Alejandro," she spoke softly. It was a name that would never get old coming off her tongue. It left a sweet taste in her mouth every time she sang it out; her favorite love song. They'd been best friends since they could walk. In time, that friendship grew into something she didn't see coming. He'd been the one reliable thing in her life.
Arms wrapped around her and pulled her against his chest. It was that little gesture, that effortless motion that made her feel like she was safe. "I love you," she whispered softly, her hand meeting the pillow next to her head. She stared down at the modest little diamond on her ring finger. It was a promise of a better future. She was a girl, rich with dirty money showered in education and expensive things. None of which she wanted. That diamond meant more to her than anything in the world, she wouldn't trade it for anything. That's all she wanted, a modest life with him. To be his wife, to not live every day in fear beneath the thumb of a brutal man.
A gentle swipe of fingers brushed a waterfall of raven hair away from her eyes. "I love you, too," he said softly, resting his hand over hers. A trail of kisses was littered from her shoulder to that spot right behind her ear. "But?"
"No, please," she whined softly. "No but?" Her tone was practically begging him not to finish that sentence as she pressed herself tighter against his body. "Please, just lay here with me forever, please?" her voice desperate even as he began to shuffle away from her. Her back fell against the mattress. "Alejandro, please!" she cried.
"Gabriela!" he began, a hand on either side of her face. He rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. "You cannot live like this, you know you can't?" he whispered. "You have to stop doing this to yourself," he said softly. "Your future with me is a fantasy, and you know it." Those lips pressed hard against hers for a moment before he pulled back and turned his face away. "Lo siento, mi amor?" he said softly.
The kiss was returned with as much passion as the day they'd met, but she sobbed when it was broken. Begging in her native language when he began his apology. "No! Por favor! It's not right' We were supposed to get married" We were supposed to"how can you tell me it's never going to happen" How can' We were supposed to be married"!" she sobbed weakly.
Those eyes rolled open, and Alejandro died again when the dream ended. The light filtering into the room was painful against her sensitive eyes and throbbing head. She pushed herself up, lifting a nearly empty bottle of tequila that was lying next to her in the bed. Gabriela uncapped it and lifted it to her lips, finishing it off in a few gulps. She gasped for air and flopped back down. There were dark circles resting beneath her barely open eyes. She was pale, thin, and completely dead inside.
"Alejandro," she mumbled weakly. Once a name that could be sang time and time again. Now? Now it was the one name that could wipe the light completely out of her eyes. It brought felt heavy on the tongue, nearly an unspeakable lyric; the most bitter requiem for all things good. They were best friends, lovers, but her father had made sure to end any sort of future with him in the most morbid of ways. Now she had nothing.