Chapter 111

The red liquid finding its way through his clothes makes me surprised at first, why would a supposedly married couple argue up to the points that Charlotte got herself a bowl of punch and emptied the contents on his head. It would seem glaringly rude to anyone else, but then to me, I see the workings of a plan behind it.

She had been screaming for the past hour telling him to do something he didn't want to do, and now she pours a whole bowl of punch on him. The actions cant be simply coincidental now can they?.

She gives him something of a pretty smile, a pretty smile that fascinates each and every other person here, but he just makes me see something ancient and devious. It makes me see her as someone who always has a plan behind every action, and I wonder what the plan behind this action is.

I remember the time that she was tugging on his clothes, and the way the action didn't sit well with me, my mind suggests something, something a little bit indecent, but yet I throw that thought out.

It wouldn't be polite or nice to anyone if I simply started getting ideas when whatever is happening hasn't finished playing out. I watch as Damianos's face twists and effects of being drenched in this near biting cold catch up to him.

 I don't think he'll be able to take it much longer, it will either be the way the slimy liquid is rolling down his clothes and through his hair, or it can be the fact that he simply doesn't like been drenched so unceremoniously in the middle of winter, and so with a resigned look at Charlotte he takes his shirt off.

I had earlier thought this was something of a weakness, he certainly doesn't like being dirty, and doesn't like slimy liquids on his body, the fact that he always seemed clean and pristine and didn't even like the littlest bit of debt hovering over him almost made me smile thinking I had caught onto a weakness, but i was wrong.

I can clearly see what Charlotte is trying to do now. You know there's this familiar feeling when you come in contact with perfection. I don't really think anybody can be perfect, because it either has to be the one or the other, you can have a nice body and yet have the attitude of a shipwreck, or you can have the sort of body others would consider undesirable, but yet they have the the manner and character to make them feel a thousand times better than they ever felt before. Some people simply have the appearance they do not have the character, some people have the character but yet they do not have the appearance, it seems life is trying to balance itself out in this way.

There is always one thing that is retained from one person and given to another, while that same thing can be given to another but restrained from one person. I don't know much about Damianos's character though, but there is only one thing that I can say of his body.

Perfect.