Housewife
: Chapter 47

Melodies are dancing in my mind, as I enter a musical realm. The ebony and ivory colours gleam, igniting my dexterous fingers with unparalleled ease.

My senses are emboldened as the fiery elixir courses through my veins, beckoning me to let go. The melodies of the music pulsate within me, carrying me away into a delirious state. The amount of liquid courage I’ve consumed is a mystery, but one thing is certain – I’ve drunk so many amounts of alcohol to smother the agonizing ache deep within my soul.

It’s in this moment, it’s through the piano, that I feel a certain tranquility, akin to the feeling of being near my beloved Irena.

A memory from our last duet together floods my senses, setting a foundation for my emotions to flow freely.

As a sweet voice echoes in my ear, my breath catches in my throat. It’s our favourite part, she reminds me. I can feel her presence, almost tangible, and my heart skips a beat. ‘I miss you so much,’ I whisper into the night, desperate for her to hear me.

And then, as if by magic, she’s there. Sitting beside me, bathed in moonlight, her skin glowing with an ethereal radiance. Her dress, a white as pure as her soul, hugs her curves and I am lost in her beauty. Her hair, a wild tangle of curls that frames her face, further accentuates her loveliness. But it’s her eyes that capture me, brown as warm as a blazing fire that promises an unending comfort. Her lips, full and soft, beckon me closer, and I want nothing more than to drown in their sweetness.

In the flickering light of the moon, Irena is a constantly shifting canvas of browns. From her long, black lashes to her defined brows, everything about her evokes a sense of tranquillity.

I know it’s only a mirage, a figment of my imagination. Yet, I cannot help but hold on to the hope that this is not the world’s cruel way of taking her away from me.

As the moon casts a dreamy glow on her face, she grins, her eyes twinkling like stars. ‘I miss you too Saint.’

she whispers, holding my gaze for a moment. ‘But we’ll be together again. You know what you must do.’ With a tender and refined tone, she vanishes in a flash. The cushion beside me where she liked to sit while we made music on the grand piano stood bare as if she was never there.

With each heartbeat in sync with the rhythm, I feel my soul’s alignment. It’s a moment of pure connection, a connection that I use to communicate the most profound parts of my love for Irena.

With my eyes closed, I let the gentle notes of the music carry me away, imagining her sitting beside me. Our fingers dance together on the piano keys, weaving a tapestry of raw and beautiful emotions. Here, at this moment, I am saying goodbye to the world and embracing my love.

The memories we share are a salt sea that will never evaporate. They are etched in my mind and forever engraved in my heart. I will carry each cherished moment with me until the end of time.

As the final cadence of the song reverberates through the room, I reluctantly open my eyes, mesmerized by the serene beauty of the moonlight peering through my window. The twinkling stars in the night sky offer a welcome respite from the harshness of reality.

As I delicately pluck the pristine white rose from the piano, my fingers can’t resist twirling it, feeling its velvety petals brush against my skin. The thumping of my heart creates a symphony in my chest, signaling that you are close. I gently place the flower back down, and instead, my hand finds the cold metal of a single bullet.

I trace your name, lovingly imprinted by my own hand on the bullet and solemnly load it into the gun. You will be the last thought on my mind, the final image to pass through my soul.

With eyes closed, I bring the pistol to my temple, my fragile spirit in striking contrast to your broken one. I loved you with unwavering passion, but it’s cost me everything. And now, I will join you in peace, finally together forever.

Summoning every last ounce of bravery within me, I squeeze the trigger and the bullet pierces through my skull.

Where ever you go, I follow Irena.

Not even death can do us part.

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