Hinges creaks in Silence

Little fumes of cigarette, I blow another - this time, a ring. And one more. And one more.

I gaze through her naked back. She was on her stomach, face sheltered underneath the white pillow then speckled with blood, her skin bruised liked the sunset on a cloudy afternoon.

Do you feel that, Elle? It was like that with me, when I saw you. Both of you. Hell I should have known you were long gone.

My words from them wailed inside my head. She was a lover from the past. Cheated like a whore on her drunken customer kiss of the dawn when the helpless ass would feel neither pain nor remorse until the sun would come up. She was the virgin who bore me the son of another, and after her bastard's death, was Veronica of the slums.

I always knew she would crawl back into me.

Each night, she would greet me with a face painted with pastel. She would promise a night of ecstasy in return for a few grains from my palm. We would try to relive what we had years ago. Her angelic face would make me remember how much she once meant to me. Her touch would remind me of the long walks downtown. And that last long walk I took alone. And what I saw.

Then my demons would come back to life. I would crush her like a mosquito on a windshield. She would beg. And then her face would remind me again who I was- what we were.

And I would love her again. And I would promise that it would be the last time I would lay a finger on her.

I would break the promise the next day.

One past night, she cried a name I never knew. I put my hands around her throat to stop hearing that it was not mine. She pleaded, fought back even, her jet-black tresses flinging through the air in its sweet floral shampoo, covering her almond eyes and thin pale lips.

TOOT. The alarm went off.

Rays from the gleaming sunshine reached my eyes and stole me from nostalgic reverie. As the sun rays lighted the room between the slits of the blinds.

I once again took a glance of the woman lying on the bed, a lock of her hair falling into the middle curve of her back. I twirled it between my fingers

I stared. It was silky like the colors of the morning, warm yellow sunshine.

I immediately stumbled out of the sheets and uncovered the fabric hiding the woman's straight auburn hair. Elle's was black.

I gasped. Another cold body behind the sheets which was not my Ellen.

With another puff, I sat on the edge of the bed, pulled the filthy papers off my pockets, threw some on the side table, and lay on it. Just close my eyes like imagining Elle's is right beside me laying also with me.

A flash of light suddenly fell into my eyes, every second passed, I suddenly two men in coats and just saying words I couldn't and I ended up in a small room alone with Elle's beside me.