Forever

That night they made love. And even when the next night returned with its pure strength, plunging the city of dreams back into its mantle of twinkling stars, they were still in the same bed making love. It was only when Avine, no longer able to sketch the slightest gesture, totally exhausted, that Grevius, getting up above her to look at her with all he was, spread her locks of sweaty hair delicately, and asked her what she had never dreamed of hearing.

- Avine, will you marry me?

The young woman who nodded, crying with joy, believed that her tears would never dry up again.

- Tell me why. She asked all the same, holding out her arms, and he took her in his arms and held her close to him. Please, Grevius.

- I... I can't.

- Why can't you?

- Because I've never told anyone. Nothing was deep enough for me to say it.

- I know. Avine sighed, so fragile and vulnerable. But is that true of me, too?

- No.

Avine stood back slightly to look at him.