Darina Grotto - Unlimited

‘Why are you looking at me like this?’ Vic asked, hooded the head.

‘It’s been a half of the year passed, hasn’t it? You’ve been changed so much since I saw you last time, like it’d been past several years…’

‘How can you say like this?’ Vic smiled.

‘How?’ the young man smiled back. ‘I got used to see you to be so… modest, perhaps shy and now I see a very self-confident girl. Ambitious and cocky…and beautiful.’

Daniel got confused not understanding why he spoke all those things, but he was telling the truth.

‘Well, that’s a good change,’ Vic took a sigh, ‘Ok then, Daniel, it’s nice to meet you but I’d like to go home. I’m tired a bit.’

‘I wish you hadn’t been in a hurry,’ Daniel said sorrowfully and took the girl by the hand.

The darkness hit Vic’s eyes, making them close and her hand instinctively squeezed the man’s one. The smell of alcohol, spirit. Cigarette smoke. Tears. Terrible male tears. Desperation. Self-reproach. A woman. Another one. Some unfamiliar faces. Fuss and fuss around. Work record was at home in dust. Hopelessness. All the faces were tuned away. They were laughing. The car was sold. His mother. Her warm hands and invaluable help…

‘You’ve been dismissed!’ Victoria whispered hypnotizingly still holding the young man’s hand.

‘How did you get it?’ Daniel shouted in his fright and pulled his hand.

‘What?’ Vitoria came back to reality from her uncontrolled state.

‘The last time you were telling me about the woman who I saw almost for the first time in my life. Now you’re telling me about my work which you’re not supposed to have known about!’

‘I gotta go, really!’ the girl quickly took steps forward, having realized that she had made a mistake again.

‘Vic!’ Daniel called.

But the girl intently rushed forward having no wish to speak with anyone. She heard her name for several times, but she didn’t turn to him.

Being on the moving stair Victoria, lost in the crowd, desired for getting home quickly, unexpectedly found herself in a man’s arms. She felt a relief when she understood her be in Kharon’s ones.

‘It’s been a horrible day,’ she sighed with a smile on her lips, pressing herself to the man. ‘What’re you doing here? We agreed to meet at home, didn’t we?’

‘Aren’t you happy to see me now?’

‘You know the answer.’

‘I do, that’s why I’m really surprised why I see astonishment and even the touch of rebuke, as you get used to speak, instead of enjoyment?’ he smiled, taking the girl aside. ‘I’m here because I’ve been worrying that I would see you not as soon as I want.’

‘Why?’ Vic was surprised again.

‘Well you’ve had meetings with your worshippers the whole day. The blonde guy, your ex-lover, who has realized only today the loss of you. Your man whom you always go to cafes with and who’s always sticking in your office and he has barely beaten off his tongue, begging himself not to kiss you.’

‘I know nothing about it.’

‘I do.’

Vic looked at him. There was a smiling face covered with a malignant mask. His eyes were empty and overwhelmed with indifference. The girl took a sigh when she understood that the demon still had no feelings. He did his work in a cold-mind way.

‘You’re squeezing the stone so strong. Can’t you really hear it screaming with pain? I didn’t think you’re so heartless!’

‘What’s screaming? The stone?’ Vic asked and unclenched her fist.

There was a red, cut stone on her palm and nothing more. It was just a stone and the carats were the only thing that made it different form others.

‘Yes,’ the demon nodded and took the mineral with two fingers and put it on his palm. ‘It’s hurt.’

‘It’s a stone! How can it be hurt?’

‘People can’t feel and hear any pain but their own. This is what Lucifer tried to prove to his father. And then his father told: “I’ve created them in my own likeness and if they are not able to behold pain of other then give them more time, my son”. Has enough time passed, Victoria?’

The girl looked nowhere still trying to realize and believe that stones could feel. The man touched her gentle cheek mysteriously studying her eyes. He smiled so mean and foully but at the same time his smile was unbelievably beautiful… the smile of the angel, mudded with black.

‘Hey, love?’ he asked, ‘why are you silent? You still can’t hear, can you?’

Vic shook her head. She didn’t still hear. She didn’t believe! Stones couldn’t cry!

‘You’re so hopeless!’ Kharon accused. ‘And I like it. He doesn’t, but I do!’

He pressed his lips against her greedily, immersing them into silence and peacefulness. The destroying bee noise was gone. People groaning from life were gone. The world went on its fascinated life but without dully surrounding. Kharon’s touches were what Victoria had been waiting for. So had Kharon…

The sun. The warm, gouache yellow sun was in the clear azure sky. The noise of water. The songs of Paradise birds, which to be honest couldn’t sing at all. The breeze. The smell of the sea water. The sand under the feet. It was heated by the glaring sun and its farsighted rays. It was so pleasant.

Victoria knew exactly that she was on a beach. It was deserted and free completely. There was just a unique music of nature and Kharon. He was massaging her hand. Pleasure… He pressed some trigger areas that brought more pleasure. He stroked her hands and didn’t stop massaging her thumb base. Victoria looked up at the sly and naughty smile wandered her face.

‘What a perfect illusion!’ Vic whispered and closed the eyes.

They were too hurt to look at the azure sky lightened by the sun. Besides Kharon worked wanders more and more. She just wanted to close the eyes.

‘Come with me,’ Kharon whispered and took the girl into his arms.

He was coming into the water, tendering him with its foam. Victoria, arms extended, was on his arms and enjoyed the moment. In such a quiet, bohemian place with the man of her dream Victoria forgot about her worldly experiences and worries. Fuck Gregory. Fuck the ghosts and their desires and threats. She didn’t care about anything. Vic just wanted that moment to be never ended.

Kharon gently put the girl into the water. It immediately took possession of her docile body, enveloping it with the warm waves. Impudent fishes curled around her feet, tickling skin with its fins. The water as clear as glass. The soft sand on the bottom let the feet immerse in, covered them with its small grains of sand. The girl smiled and looked up at Kharon. He examined her face, perceiving her reaction. Victoria stood up on her toes and kissed the man. His hand, alien to the earth and water but so cognatus already, embraced the girl not giving her a chance to escape.

While they were melting in passion kiss none of them notice a playful wave coming from behind. A few seconds later the wave covered the two of them who were so irresponsibly thought of nature power. Sea salty taste was on the lips, slightly pinched micro wounds that had been given by the coming frost in Moscow. They want to erase the water and they like that solitude with nature. Kharon came to rescue with kisses.

Slowly almost without moves he drugged them both under the water.

‘I can’t…’ The girl tried to refuse.

‘It doesn’t matter…relax.’

Water covered their heads and the sea calmed down, having come back to breeze. Under the water surface, still hugging they both plunged not just into the depth of the sea, they plunged into each other again and again studying what a chain of trust between a man and a woman meant. What was the price of this trust? Kharon wasn’t preoccupied with questions. He perfectly knew the price of his every step, breath, movements that he made on the Earth, in the human world. Having dove into a tremendous storm of emotions and feelings, having tasted what ordinary people would never taste, Victoria opened the eyes: she was in the hall at Kharon’s flat. He was behind and hugged her, pressing out the rest of the energy.