Dream Of Her At Night
Marc Anthony once said,
I only feel alive when I dream at night, even though she's not real it's all right.
This was the tragic life of Zeno Silvestri. After losing his wife Dan-a Silvestri his world crumbled to the ground, he drowned himself in a pit of misery and drinks and spent most of his nights with any living woman who was willing to give herself.
Trying to find the slightest feel he got from her in every woman he was with. But no one was like her, no one smelt or sounded like her, no one tasted or kissed him like her, no one made him shudder without even touching him the way she did.
All he could do to keep himself sane was to drown himself in more drinks and fall asleep.
At least there in his dreams, it was a fantasy land. Although his real life was a mess without her, his dreamland was perfection. She was always there waiting for him.
He knew his dreams were nothing but dreams, but it was alright for him, he got to hold and touch her there, so all he wished to do was fall asleep so he could be in her arms once again.
"No one can ever be like her." He had said. "No one would ever make me feel the way she made me feel." And even if there ever was someone, he'd never let her get close to him again. For he was poisonous.
But then she came along, she'd always been there, but this time she says...
"You're poisonous, and I'm venomous. It's perfect."
"It's not perfect... We'll both get hurt." He said
"No, we'll just burn, and heal... Perfectly"
IN this tragic life of Zeno, will he ever learn to really let go of his past, and open a new door to new fantasies??
A story that tells of the joy in finding love, and the pain of losing love and the process of learning to heal, and the ecstasy that comes with finding love again.
The setting is based in Italy, so a few words, like some curse words, or exclamations are in Italian.
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