What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels.
-St. Augustine
The moon was perfectly round, it was shining too bright and the land is celebrating.
People somewhere in a part of the world are so festive, they have there cups full of wine to drink and there plates are bountiful of meat and all the food the meadows could offer. It was no ordinary day they are offering thanks giving, they are in a sort of gala to the gods for another harvest was made. But a midst all the happiness you can feel and the loud music you can hear there hearts are not joyous. They never find the true meaning of being happy and everything they could have are so superficial.
“Mark are you listening to me? Why are you not raising your cup?” The man in short leather cape with a medieval dress that resembles like a knight raised his big barbarian cup full of grind grapes mixed with yeast. His shoes was wrap with rope and the belt were two loosen strap one made of cows skin and the other out of a deer. Perhaps a sword used to hang there before but due to time and odd poverty he had give up his sword and instead replace it with a knife. “I am giving a tossed, this one is for Mark! He drag me out of the armory to celebrate his up coming wedding, say cheers to Mark!”
“Cheers!” The crowd in the tavern responded. Then they lift there cups in the air shake it a bit and make a tossed to the man sitting in the bar counter looking a bit bashful and red. He had this soft white camisole and lousy pants pair with a leather sandals.
“Luther! What are you doing? Get down here” as he pulled the man who just made the tossed. “You already had drunk too much and you don’t know what you’re doing. Lets get out of this party before you’ve done too much damage for me.”
“Where are you taking me? Luther protested. “Will go home!” Mark answered as he drag Luther by the hand and pushed him inside the car. He switched the car engine on, pulled the lever and started driving away from the tavern. He despised the silence inside the car since Luther got snooze after he had lie down the passengers seat. Out of no where he pushed the stereo on.
Hours before the party Mark received a call.
“Andrea, why are you calling me? Is there something wrong?”
“Mark, there’s something you need to know” the tone was so solemn and serious.
“What is it then? Tell me,” he seems so worried and uneasy.
“I’m breaking up with you, sorry, its over” then she almost started to cry before the line got cut off.
“Andrea wait! What seems to be the problem? Wait, don’t do this to me… Andrea.. Andrea answer me!” he reprimanded before he realized the other line was already cut off.
Back inside the car.
“Damn love songs! How many are there in the world? Can people write something else better than this topic? Damn it! Damn love!” he shouted as he started to twiddle the radio. While Luther on the other hand was already sound asleep.
One day before the party at the costume store.
Mark was picking up some shirts to wear while Andrea was busy chatting with the cashier on the counter. Then he saw her made a glance at him and then he felt so much love that he cannot resist appreciating the beauty of the girl that came with him in the shop right now.
“Andrea, until when will you love me? He asked her as he was caressing her long soft curly hair.
“Well, can hear that love song?” she asked.
“Yes, what’s with it then?” as he keeps on listening for the music, it was a classic one from Michael Johnson, I’ll always love you.
“As long as that love song keeps on playing I will always love you.” she answered softly and give Mark a kissed on the check.
Inside the car.
“Is there any station right now that doesn’t play any love song? Luther! Are you listening to me?” he shouted.
“What’s you’re problem with love songs anyway?” Luther was awaken by so much noise that Mark was making. “Aren’t they too fucking bullshit? Hahahaha…” Luther laughs sarcastically before he passed out on the car floor.
“Man..! You fuck up! Don’t messed up on the floor!” he warned as he continue tuning the stereo buttons.
One month ago. Andrea rushed inside Mark’s room.
“Mark, are the rumors true?” she seeks out for an honest answer. “You’re leaving the band?”
“Yes, its true. Isn’t that what you want?” he said.
“Oh Mark! I can’t believe it… but isn’t it too much? I mean you love the band and you love playing music…” she seems worried.
“But I love you more than anything else in this world and I’m willing to give up everything rather than to lose you.” then he give her a hug.
“Mark… I could not ask for more…” then she reached for his lips and they give each other a tight locked kiss.
In the car again.
“Damn! Damn! Damn!” as he smashed the stereo with his hands. Then slowly he paused for a while, as teardrops feel into his eyes followed by a bright light and a skretching sound. After that the love song then all fade out.
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