Prose

Wings [Part 2]

written by: Iggyhere

Luna stopped to catch her breath, and then kissed Dante once more. She smiled then nestled her head against his chest. She had missed him; it had been a long time that they had been apart. They were in the living room of Dante's house and they're parents were away having diner someplace. Luna was fourteen, old enough to be trusted to be left at home alone. Luna and Dante had been sitting on the couch watching a movie when they had left. Then Dante had pulled her onto his lap and all of the stress and tensions of the real world evaporated with the first kiss she had gotten from someone since she last met him, which was just about forever.

Luna's right hand absently explored Dante's chest as she watched the movie. Then she looked up and smiled shyly. "I love you."

Dante looked down at her, his smile teasing, "I don't love you."

Luna's eyebrows furrowed, "Why?"

Dante laughed, kissed her and looked into her eyes. "Because the real words seem to hurt you, and I don't want that."

Luna knew what he meant. The last time they had met, Dante had said that he loved her and she had burst into tears.

Luna smiled and laid her head against his chest and closed her eyes. Here she was happy. She had all she needed. She was… hungry and Dante was an excellent cook…

"Dante?"

"Love?"

"I'm hungry… Do you think we can make something?"

Dante gave her one of those smiles that brightened her day and all of a sudden she knew everything was going to okay. He lifter her gently, placing her on her feet. He gestured his hand towards the kitchen and she followed. One bag of pasta, two pans, three pints of boiling water, four large scoops of tomato sauce, fifteen kisses, and thirty minutes later, they had spaghetti. After they washed the dishes, Dante excused himself for the bathroom upstairs. As Luna waited a particular voice spoke in her head.

"Forgetting someone?"

It was her voice… But with a certain edge to it.

It was Sarah.

Luna quickly rose from her seat and a large crash came from upstairs. The shattering of glass and a yell.

Dante's.

Luna raced up the stairs, three at a time. She ran into his room and gasped. Dante's Ceiling to floor window had been shattered and a piece of Dante's shirt had been caught on an edge of the glass. She ran over to it and looked over, praying that she was wrong.

She wasn't.

Dante was dead.