Flashbacks, Nightmares, and Romance By Ross E F Lombardi (VID)

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Flashbacks, Nightmares, and Romance

 By

 Ross E F Lombardi

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The dinner had been lovely.

The music was soft.

The kissing was eager.

The passionate hunger in both of them rising over.

Just as the glorious sun was setting over the northern grey ocean.

As her hand clawed beneath his shirt in her heated fuelled desire.

STOP!

She suddenly froze and felt cold.

She winced and felt ill.

As shame that should not be hers to carry washed icy over her.

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His head tilted slightly.

“Flashbacks?”

He asked quietly.

She nodded and melted into his arms.

He shifted and angled his hips in his seat, slightly from her.

“Sorry,” She whispered.

He said nothing but stoked her hair and pulled her in so very gently.

And she knew she was safe.

The sex may have been killed for tonight.

But

There were no demands from him here.

Only love.

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The bed had been lovely.

The night was soft.

The mattress was comfortable.

The relaxed breathing of them settled over the room.

Just as the crescent moon was setting over the northern purple moors.

As his soul had reached beneath his mind in a restful slumber.

STOP!

He sat bolt upright and felt a murderous rage.

He winced and felt ill.

As a shame that should not be his to carry scolded hot over him.

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 She stirred from her sleep.

“Nightmares?”

She asked quietly.

He nodded and looked away from her.

She gently kept her distance to carefully avoid his body memory violence.

“Sorry,” He whispered.

She said nothing but made him a hot coffee and sat with him so very gently.

And he believed, until dawn, that he was not a monster.

The sleep may have been killed for tonight.

But

There were no demands from her here.

Only love.

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Their lives had been terrible.

The Trauma was deep.

The relationship, - difficult.

Awkward compromises ruling over both of them.

Just as the stolen moments by evil memories threatened to ruin what was left of their little lives.

As mind mirrors claw beneath both their skins, - in tortured-filled flashbacks and nightmares.

STOP!

They had found comfort in each other.

- They would always have scars.

As burdens that should not be theirs to carry - dragged them down toward hell.

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Through him.

She could get back

- Some of what some self-appointed soldier gangsters brutally stole, by force for decades.

Through her.

He could get let go, sometimes,

- Of what some politician speechmaker forced on him, by law for decades.

In her,

- he had found a reason not to kill.

In him,

- she had found a reason to keep alive.

She knew that decent sleep WAS a need.

But romance and knowing you were loved was worth This sacrifice!

He knew that sex was NOT a need.

But romance and knowing that you were loved – WAS!

A good quality of life may have been killed forever.

But

There were no demands from either of them.

No harsh unfair judgment, - in this harsh judgemental world.

Only romantic love.

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