I Don't Want to Hear It a Second Time

It was a long while before he released me, harshly whispering in my ear, "Bullshit theory! Just this once, I don't want to hear it a second time! Otherwise, you're dead!"

I stared at him numbly, unsure how to process my feelings.

He gently wiped the tears from my face, then intertwined his fingers with mine and led me deeper into the garden. We arrived at an elevator which took us to the top floor—a viewing platform that seemed like a slice of paradise. There, a bottle of wine had been elegantly prepared.

He poured me a glass and handed it to me, his voice soothing, "Drink this, it's good for you."

As if under a spell, I gazed at his handsome face and drank the wine in large gulps. After a deep breath, I felt somewhat calmer.

He pulled me to the railing where a massive moon hung in the deep sky, as pristine as a finely crafted jade plate.