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[Polaris]

This short story will probably be publish in portuguese in December along with others short stories of other authors. It'll have 4 parts! This is the first! The Global theme is colors so read it thinking on the colouring.

IMPORTANT: This is not those kinds of stories where everything is explained to the reader! So do your best to find the meaning!

Part 1
Three hours had passed since the lady retired to her bedroom. The house light by the huge windows across the halls turned the morbid air softer. Flowers from all colours, in each corner, in each room, even when it was raining the house seemed to hold a summer fresh… yes, the house always have that bright image. At the lady’s room, a nineteen years old girl was laid up on the bed that drowned her. Her dreams had gone, there was no hope, strength or courage… what’s beyond this life, she thought, only… In that big house there was only left her, there was no man, a live soul to comfort her, to support her, to say that it was there just for her. “I don’t belong to anyone… I was just yours and I will always be”. She got up and looked at her wedding picture; she was so pure and innocent. On knees in front of a saint small statue, grabbed a white cross and pried, because no one more than her needed help and a light way to follow. She cried while praying, cried so bad and laid on the floor, while a door closed and her opened. The head turned and the eyes opened with the same speed as they closed again and the head turned right.
- You didn’t need to come back… I don’t want you to come back because you have pity of me!
- No… I return because we need each other… Because this is our fate, I wouldn’t be here…
- I’m not even a widow… I’m nothing… I don’t belong to no one… I belong to a dead man…
- We belonged to each other once and we can do it again!
- You’re engaged to another girl… and that makes this impossible… it can’t have any other way! You and he are the men of my life… but I don’t what’s this? What kind of life is this one? Who am I, how am I? I don’t want to be happy, I just want someone by my side, I just want to belong to someone. I was yours… I was his but… - She raised her head a little and watching his eyes so black like hers, his lips so thick like her red ones, suddenly she felt a need to let go. – What fate is this one that takes the people I most love away?Why? Why did they take him away so you could return?
- Are you feeling well?
- I just need someone…
- You’ll always have me anytime you want! I know it’s not the best time to say this but… - He embraced her and crossing their hands and whispering at the same time “I wish I never left you” they joint their lips. After he laid near the lady, their faces lit happiness and light on that unhappy house. The hair of Lady Beatrice were curled, short and brown, usually they moved while she kept going around and around with her short dresses on Spring… always with her dead watching, and it was like that he loved her hair, loose, full of red roses matching her pale face almost dead.

[eiko guy]

I liked it but it has a creepy undertone that I just can't shake afterwards.

[Polaris]

Part 2

- You won’t get up?
- I didn’t see you when I woke up… where were you?
- If you had woke up earlier you could see I was here. I called my mom. She was really happy, you always get along so well… yeah… she was really happy for us… - He tried to grab her hand.
Us? What does it mean? I thought you’d go away and never return, I missed you… - The arms embraced again but there was something missing… He promised he’d protect her and confessed he still loved her, but there was missing something. They knew each other a year ago, they loved each other before, however they followed different ways and they were back to the beginning. – I don’t understand… - She leaned and closing her eyes she kissed him, holding his head between her white hands, like those romantic black and white films. You look at Lady Beatrice and a classic beauty stood out, there was a apathetic and cold look when the rest of her body invited Mr. Louis to lay down next her nights and nights. His kisses weren’t like his dead, those were innocent, away but always showing how badly he loved her. There was a law, respet, blind loyalty between them, he trusted him above all. As much as she loved Mr. Louis, she’d never lay on her sweet dead with him!