All things had already been done and the silence became thick and viscous. The aroma of jasmine rose from the garden and filled the room with a tangible smell, the room was cool and quiet.

She went out onto a stone balcony, entwined with a vineyard that had not yet ripened, its branches covered with beads of grapes.

She felt cool because her body covered only a thin silk robe, she covered her eyelids inhaling the night coolness and silence. Having made a movement, turning, already leaving the balcony, she suddenly saw a shadow. The shadow slowly separated from the wall, and she noticed a small red dot — the tip of a cigarette — and immediately found herself in the aura of the pleasant and painfully familiar Malbaro scent.

Her whole being tensed with surprise and fear, her pupils dilated, and her heart pounded once and for a long while. Shadow took another step and she distinguished the silhouette of a tall, with smooth movements, he stood and calmly looked straight into her eyes, the cigarette lived its life and then flew slowly to his lips then flew off to the side, like a firefly in the forest darkness.

He put his index finger to his lips - a call for silence, and his eyes flashed ominous sparkles. He smiled.

Out of fear and surprise, she pressed her back to the cold stone wall.

He was standing very close all in black, his silk shirt was deeply unbuttoned, his hair was loose in the waves to his shoulders, the haughtiness and the sparkles of hell in his eyes, he stood so close and she inhaled his scent. The aroma of freshness, green and boundless and distant meadows. As distant and not as real as himself. The seconds turned into eternity, only a loud and slow heartbeat is heard. She stood squeezed into the wall watching his every move, as he turned his head, as he pulled his hand away to put out a cigarette, as the same hand approached her face, hair ...

Now he was standing so close that she could hear the rapid beating of his heart, and at that very second, interrupting her eyes for only a second, she felt his lips. Its taste, taste of strong whiskey, tobacco, black forest berries, freshness and morning dew.

She closed her eyes as her head was spinning and her mind was denying the presence of reality.

And the kiss lasted for eternity and eternity turned out to be a second and the second was just a sigh ...

Touching unreality once, stepping into the void and finding support under the foot, going nowhere and there is no need ...

In these seconds of infinity, knowing herself, being born again or dying, she created her world of her reality, with a sigh and trembling, falling and flying, becoming one with herself.

And in it he was - a spark, arson, in the fall and summer of jasmine and leaf fall, an angel and a demon, a creator and a soul taker, he was in it ...