XVII

Antoinette disengaged from that grip and stood up from the chair.

<< Adrien, I appreciate you letting me in like this in your life, for opening up to me and telling me the truth. >>

The blond fell off the ground and looked at her trying to figure out if there would be a "but" waiting for him with a dagger.

The woman put the candy box on the couch and approached Adrien, and she hugged him hard, holding her arms around his neck.

<< I'm sorry for everything you've had to suffer from this life. >> She whisper in his blonde hair.

<< I'd like to take off my mask, in all ways, with you, princess. >> He squeezed her too, and he bounced her for waist.

<< I never knew what love really is, but if I had to decide now, I'd say that's definitely what I'm feeling right now. >> She relaxed even more in his strong arms.

<< Are you serious? >> He couldn't believe it. Did she forgive him?

<< I love you, Adrien. >> She sighed by laying her head on his cheek.

It seemed that the heart of the boy explode.

He'd never felt so much joy in his whole life. He held her more.

<< You're choking me. >> The princess joked.

<< And this is nothing! >> He let her go and get her face back in his hands and start kissing her fast anywhere in her face.

She laughed and he felt the face painted with joy.

<< Stop, stop. >> She managed to block him and look him in the eyes. << Enough with the other women. Promise me. >>

<< But what do I do with them if I have the woman who is envied by Notre Dame? >> He joked about that stupid rumor and in doing so he lifted her up by holding her.

<< Are you crazy?! Put me down! >> she laughed with all her heart again.

He did as he was told and Antoinette sat back as she kept laughing with her hand on her chest.

Did she ever laugh until then?

Now that she felt all this joy, she wondered if she'd ever been really happy in her life or if she was just this time, happy.

<< What are you reading? >> He picked up the book from where he left it and took it back.

<< It's a book I found here. >> She turn it into her hands before leave it on her knees and dedicate herself to her beloved Maccarons.

<< Who taught you to read? >> She asked the young man who sat on the arm of her chair.

<< My mother first, then I kept practicing my own, but also innkeeper's wife help me a lot. >> He stole a dessert from her box.

<< How were your parents? >> She was afraid to be too intrusive but she wanted to know everything about him.

<< My mother was a very... I don't really have a lot of memories. I guess it was what a mother should be. My father, I remember the long face and the screaming.>> He didn't lose his face relaxed, almost as if he wasn't talking about his parents and his family.

<< How old were you when... >>

<< 11 years old, Rose was five. One day they just didn't come home, I never heard news from them again. >> He turned his back on.

<< But it's... terrible.>> She whispered with melancholy eyes.

<< Actually, it happens, you know accidents at work, bad people, it's enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. When I tried to find them, a gentleman even told me he saw my father on the ground and my mother walked into a carriage, but I didn't take it seriously, this is famous for the stories he tells under the opium.>> He made a laugh.

<< How can you be so quiet about it? >>

<< What am I supposed to do? It's been nine years. If they're dead now, they're rotten bodies, if they're alive so much worse, they haven't even had the decency to remember having two children. >> He ate another dessert.

<< Your sister? >> She was even more afraid to ask him about her, she noticed how sad he was to mention her.

<< She was sweet, kind and caring. She laughed a lot, but I didn't spend much time with her, I had to think about putting food on the table and not letting us take the house out. Then when she got sick... I just worked harder to try to buy her what she needed, but it wasn't enough, and now I think I should have spent more time with her. She was always alone in the house. >>

Antoinette saw him squeeze his fists and turn his eyes down, so she took her hands to his hands to pet them and let him loose the grip.

<< You did everything you could. You were a good brother. >> She looked at him gently.

Adrien didn't want all that heaviness. He was happy that he could talk to her, that he had ventured and released from the weights of his life, but he didn't want to be sad anymore. She was there, she was beautiful as hell and hers.

He took the book from her womb and started to peel it.

<< The right stood on solid hips:

A beam was turning his shoulder; I started

"Want to see the boiling shine?

And listen, standing, how the flow buzzes

Milky stars, and asteroid swarms?

"Your forehead is spying on night-farces,

Oh, right! You need to find a roof. Say your prayer,

The mouth in your gently-atoned sheet;

And if some lost knocks on your hostile,

Brother, go elsewhere, I'm crippled!" And the right remained standing in the scare.

Pot blue after the sun died:

"So, you'd like to sell your knees,

Or old? Sacred pilgrim! Bard d'Armor!

Ulyvie cry! Man, the pity is so gross!

"Family beard and fist of the city,

Very sweet belief: O heart fallen in the glasses,

Your Majesty and virtue, love and blindness,

Right! Silly and disgusting than a bitch!

I am the one who suffers and has rebelled!

"And it makes me cry on my belly, or stupid,

And laugh, the famous hope of your forgiveness!

I'm cursed, you know! I'm drunk, crazy, bruised,

Whatever you want! But go hide, go on.

Right! I don't want anything from your torpid brain.

"I mean, you're the right, the right! Stop!

It is true that your tenderness and your serene reason

They're sneaking in the night like cetaceans!

That you get proscribed, and you sneaky snares

Up scary doorknobs!

"And you're the eye of God! Coward! Even if the plants

Cold some divine feet were passing over my neck.

You'd be a coward! Oh, forehead, crawling with lice!

Socrates and Jesus, Holy and righteous, gross!

Honor to the high-end cursed on bleeding nights!"

That's what I yelled at earth and at night.

Slow and white occupied the skies during my fever.

I raised my forehead: the ghost had escaped,

By taking away the horrible irony of my lip …

Twenty nights, come from the cursed! Talk to him!

While, quiet under the pillars

Blue, extending comets and knots.

Of the universe, enormous disaster revolution,

The order, which is eternal wakes, rows in the bright skies,

And his burning dragon lets the stars go!

Ah! He'll go, his throat is crushed.

Shame, always ruminating my boredom,

Sweet as sugar on the lazy teeth.

Similar to the bitch and after the proud boys were attacked.

He licks his side with a torn gut hanging out.

Proclarify your filthy charity and progress …

I hate all those pancious Chinese eyes.

And who sings, sleepy, like a bunch of children.

Near death, sweet idiots from sudden songs:

O righteous, we will shit in your clay bellies. >> He read out loud.

<< Rimbaud. >> The woman said, abducted for the unusual choice of that poem.

<< Young, but awfully disenchanted. >> He explained

<< As you... >> She found herself whispering involuntarily.

Adrien was shaken by that thought, closed the book again and brought his face closer to the embarrassed one of her.

<< Before I met you, madame. >>

They kissed again, this time softer.

<< Show me if I can guess your poem. >> He pulled up with his back again and he looked at the rough pages.

<< You'll never get it. >> She sang it smiling.

He spread several poems before he found the right one for his lady.

<< Poor pale Ofelia! beautiful as snow!

You died a child, kidnapped by a river!

- The winds that came from the great mountains of Norway

They told you about the harsh freedom;

And a blow, torching your big hair,

Your dreaming soul brought strange rusts;

Your heart listened to the song of Nature.

In the moaning of the tree and in the sighs of the night;

The scream of the crazy, huge, huge sea,

He shattered your breasts, too sweet and human.

And one morning of April, a fine pale knight,

A poor fool, sat silent on your knees.

Oh, my God! Baby! Freedom! What a dream, poor fool!

you'd melt for him like the snow in the fire.

Your big visions choked your words.

And the terrible Infinity shocked your blue eyes >>

Antoinette took the book from Adrien's hands and put it on the wooden table before them, along with the few left macarons, she went back to look at him and caressed him with both eyes and trembling hands, and kissed him inexorably in love. Slowly, gently, like the calm waves on a white, deserted shore.

Adrien closed his eyes and bent over her, he laid his palms on other armrest to hold and hold her prisoner under his body.

He let her kiss.

<< Like snow in fire. >> the young man whisper hard to breathe.