What hides the moon.
ran through the trees, guessing where to put your foot to avoid falling from the great roots of the oldest.
The moon could barely squeeze through the foliage and I'm sure that if he returned to stop for breath as before, could have found more than a sinister shadow, created by it, watching my career . But I stopped, I had no time for that, and the forest, despite everything, I was scared.
Many miles of me, the house sleep a dream of wine and celebration, wrapped by the rustling of the wind. The party lasted until well after the large clock in the room gave the three bells. So the few who still remained standing had raised their glasses and toasting a happy Christmas. The laughter and confusing conversations went off upstairs, as I listened from the shadows of my room as the house was slowly sinking into lethargy jovial.
After I got out, slipping into the shadows along the walls, relying on the confusion of alcohol and clouds covering the moon. With a shawl over her shoulders and hair, heavy boots on the hands and feet covered with thin socks, I managed to get to the garden. And once there, nothing could have stopped running as if I chased the devil and all the ghosts of Christmas.
But no one came after me. And yet, the pace of the race did not decrease ever, and my feet flew over rocks, roots and small holes.
In a couple of times I feared lose, but every time I doubted I thought instilled confidence, and after an "out there no" or "sure is around here," again without worrying about running distance, time or who might notice my absence.
At the end of the long journey was a stream. This stream passed by the house, and in more than one occasion we had bathed in it my brothers and me. But we had never gone so deep into the forest to see the water lilies floating in it, or other sounds, signs of life living in that place, which could see about my rapid breathing.
Despite the exhaustion, I plopped down on earth, but my legs are not for nothing they disliked the idea.
tried to calm my pulse and to relieve my tired lungs while he appreciated the slow passing of the waters. I was watching a frog out of the water with their long legs and sitting on a lily pad. Think that sleep was still as if it were not for the constant movement of its crop. I had almost forgotten to keep breathing as I watched, but remained conscious around me. So I was not surprised when he emerged from the shadows.
His tall, burly figure was a shadow of stunning proportions contrast with the weak moonlight. Perhaps he was there from the beginning, stalking, or perhaps just in: no matter, as it had been requested and that was enough.
deceptively He moved slowly towards me. I do not think he thought I was beyond its presence. I think he had proposed to give me every chance to choose, and that meant "if you still want to go, pretend it never happened" .
But I would not leave, and that should understand.
I turned to him, convinced that he should take all initiatives and show that I stand firm in my choice. His face, which I loved and knew, remained in the shadows, but could feel his eyes devouring me passionately, thereby sometimes frightened us both.
could have spent the night as well, if not approached me with determination. Once in front of him, took his face in my hands and I went to mine, incapable of being gentle or kind. I I also wanted to eat it, and was willing to do so. That night was not afraid to slide doubt in my mind.
persuaded his mouth, and soon my tongue and a fire sparked his imperturbable, demanding and brutal. My teeth bit her lips, my tongue went in and out of his mouth, always followed by his, and I felt that I had never kissed like that moment when we were only a woman and a man under the moonlight.
He perhaps was willing to love, her whole body screamed their thirst for sex, but was still capable of maintaining a piece of his mind yet of what we wanted to try that night and it was not long separated inches from his hand and looking at me from his height with wistful expression yet calm.
felt that he should be aware of both, but I had not run in the middle of the night into the depths of the forest to restrain or think.
sliding one of my hands from his chin to his neck, I managed to sneak between his shirt and caress the skin of his chest, pulling the few buttons that stood in my way. His eyes seemed unperturbed, but his eyes glittered more and more and I longed for not doubt or fear, because I would not, either that night or ever.
I felt frustrated and powerless to stand with him and failing to convince, not his mouth descended again for mine. I felt, why deny it, a little one between the ecstasy of his arms.
When he spoke I realized that a powerful part of him wanted no doubts, and finish on the grass as I had tried to start. When he spoke just said my name
─ Maia ...
And he gave me all the strength that I still was missing.
─ Joaquin, we still have a long journey, do not waste the remainder of the night.
Joaquin moaned and pulled me over in his arms.
─ You do not understand, do not know what you ask ...
─ How could I not know? I'm asking is what you me have asked first.
He looked at me blankly until I went on more calmly.
─ That night when I caught you watching me from the terrace, what do you expect me to do? What pretend did not see you, to continue my life pretending to be the man I loved was a few steps away from me? You know that from that moment I just thought of being with you.
─ I admit I was wrong to go home after what had happened ─ Joaquin sighed heavily, making dance a few strands of my hair on my shoulders ─ . You should not see me, I should not let your head be filled with crazy ideas ...
─ ideas are not crazy! ─ ─ protested . Simply, I am proposing that we continue where they left things. I promised that we would go and this is as good a time as any.
─ I promised before ...
─ You promised and that's enough ─ I interrupted. I realized that even he could not convince him but he was not willing to give up ─ . Tonight I said goodbye to my family. I said goodbye to all in silence, knowing you'll never see them again, because despite everything you're still my only option. You think you can convince me to change my mind, when spent years dreaming of this moment?
Joaquin looked at me for a long time, as looking at my face questions I could not find in a thousand years. Finally she sighed and returned to remind me:
─ We can not return.
─ I know ─ answered gently.
leaned to kiss me and then gently said:
─ Merry Christmas, love.
─ Merry Christmas, Joaquín.
And without wanting to lose more minutes of darkness began to walk deeper and deeper into the forest.
is true that we never again, but through the years knew what was rumored to my mysterious disappearance.
Many said they had gone mad, and for a time some people were organized to get my body in the creek or in the forest. But as he never found, generated a rather dark legend, who managed attached to the story of Joachim, and for many years as we were reminded of the tragic lover Paso de la Luna, to complete anguish of my parents. After all, they did not forget that Joaquin had been for many years a slave in my father's estate. He says I loved from the beginning. I still had to fight the class ideas that my parents had planted in my mind since childhood, before we can get to love him the same way.
But love has never been easier, and that fall, when Joaquin contracted the rare illness that led to the grave, I thought it was over with love once and for all.
however, forgot that death in our land, was never a definitive question and when I saw him on the terrace, my fate was sealed.
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