He was looking out of the window of the top floor of the hotel, his eyes locked on the horizon, when the door was knocked twice. He thought she was on time; they could watch the sunset together sitting on the terrace feeling the chilling wind on their faces. That was the best place also to be close to the clouds….He always imagined to be one of them flowing in the air without knowing where to go with the next rain.
He touched the door-handle feeling its cold steel. Was he afraid of? But afraid of what? Of being on a foreign land? Of regretting later for what he was going to do soon? Or of hurting her? He knew there would be no return once he opened the door. But what would happen afterwards? He didn’t want to overstrain his mind any further and opened the door.
She was there looking at him innocently with excited eyes. She seemed nervous to him, he was also having difficulty in controlling his breath. No matter how hard he tried, his chest moving upward and downward in a fast rhythm showed that he was impatient.
“Welcome, please come in”, he said with his ever-cute smile.
“Thank you”, she said and stepped inside slowly with hesitating feet.
He realized she was avoiding him, she was just abstaining from looking at him.
“Relax”, he said trying to sooth her.
It made her more tensed as she felt as if he caught her while peeking at him. She did not say anything but her blushing cheeks talked on her name.
This was the first time they were so close and so real.
With a burning sprit, he dragged her towards himself. Now there was no space between them. She closed her eyes and she did not open them until they turned into one soul.
She was in bed when she opened her eyes at last. She looked at the white ceiling; it was not familiar at all. Her eyes crawled on the walls for a while like a small spider tying to discover its environment. Then she realized his hand was still holding hers tightly.
Sun was reflecting its first morning lights on her which made her twinkle. She did not know what to do, what to think, what to feel. She watched him for a while. He was looking so innocent as ever. She kissed his forehead as if getting a souvenir for herself that would remind her of him wherever she would be later on. She had made up her mind. She did not want to occupy neither his mind nor hers. She did not want to be a trouble or a matter of worry for him. There was nothing else to do because they could not have a shared future. It was impossible no matter how much she wanted to be his forever. Yes, best thing was to disappear as if she never entered his life.
He woke up now and first thing he did was to search for her hand. He saw the right side of the bed was empty. He looked for a trace proving her presence in the room. There was nothing and there was noone. She had gone…
They did not hear from each other again. And none was able to know whether it was a night of love or not…