Let Go

Let Go


Rain pounded silently against her skull, dampening her spiky red hair against her skull.  Her breath left her in short, white wisps into the night air.  Her feet slapped heavily against the pavement as she ran.  Her eyes were wide and mind jumbled with words and questions.  Despite the words flying within her mind, she was focused on making him realize the truth.  He had to move on.

The apartment complex came into sight and Sparrow's heart beat like drums in her ears.  She didn't falter as her pace quickened, her emerald eyes searching frantically for the entrance door.  Slamming it open, she nearly cracked the glass as she dashed into the main lobby and towards the elevator.  The button glowed it's dim iridescent yellow as she continued to press it.  Patience escaped her as she bolted for the stairs.  Tripping and stumbling she finally made it to the fifth floor.

Complex 7E, Dante's apartment.  She scurried down the hallway, the beige walls and red stripes.  The only sound Sparrow could hear was his voice.  Dante's voice rang in her heart so loudly that it blocked out the world around her.  The panic that had risen in her chest was clouded by the courage she had to find him.  She wanted to badly to find him and hold him and love him forever.  That was the feeling.  Love.

There it was!  Upon the dark mahogany wood of the door were the two initials that spelled out her fate.  Whether good or bad, it was hers.  Sparrow's fist rapped rapidly against the door.  She was out of breath, yet she stood tall, listening closely to the echo of footsteps from deep within the walls of the apartment.  "Coming."  His voice made her heart jump and she felt like hurling, but Sparrow stood tall and brave.  The door creaked open slowly.

Dante stood speechless, his crimson eyes taking in Sparrow's appearance.  Her usually spiky hair was plastered against her pale face.  Her clothes were soaked through to her bones as her small frame stood trembling before him.  Her hands were balled into fists so tightly that all the color had drained from them.  Her eyes, those deep forest eyes that Dante loved so much, were wide with courage.  He was afraid to say something considering she looked like she had ran a mile in the rain.

"You can't keep holding on to the past!" she started, her voice loud and echoing brilliantly in the halls of the complex.  Sparrow's form was shaking furiously, but Dante didn't move to stop it.  He waited and listened.  "I know what it's like!  I've lost a lot of people that I loved too, but," she said, her voice slowly falling in decibels.  With a deep breath she stepped forward and looked into his eyes.  "I love you Dante.  And if you don't see that, then you're not ever going to be okay with letting her go."

The demon's crimson orbs widened.  How dare she speak like that to him?  How dare she criticize him about his past!  Dante had fallen so in love with that woman from ages ago and . . . wait.  Dante stared at Sparrow a while longer, her words taking physical form in his head.  He could recall from the war just three years ago that she had lost a dear friend, maybe even lover in that war.  He had seen it with his own eyes.  She knew the pain was real.  She knew what it felt like.  Was he being too unforgiving of himself?  Was he being ridiculous?

"You told me she died two hundred years ago," Sparrow said.  The demon winced as the memory of his beloved's death played in his mind.  The young woman's eyes softened from the sternness of before.  Gently, she placed her hands on his arms, the warmth radiating from his body warming them.  She looked up into his clouded eyes as if she could see his memory, felt how painful it was.  "Let go Dante.  Please, let go."

Tears began to drip down the sides of the carmel skin.  Sparrow smiled softly and placed a caring hand against his face.  The pad of her thumb wiped away the tears streaming from his eyes.  The young woman chuckled softly and pushed Dante backwards into his apartment.  He looked like such a child she thought as his fists wiped at the burning droplets.  The demon man looked at her through the tears.  She was there.  Standing before him like a ray of sunshine, even damped and soaking wet in her clothes.  He hated when she was right, but his heart fluttered every time he saw her.

"I love you Sparrow," he stuttered.  A small smile graced his lips as she smiled back at him.  "I love you," he repeated, arms encircling the young woman's small frame into a tight hug.  She hugged him back, holding him close against her as if he were to disappear if she let go.  Dante pulled back a bit and pressed his lips against hers roughly.

A bit startled at first, Sparrow smiled into the kiss and moved her lips against his.  Warmth spread through both of them as Dante lead them back towards the couch.  Sparrow stifled a silent moan into his mouth as his hot tongue dove into her cavern.  They battled briefly for dominance but ended up exploring each other's mouth, Dante pressing his tongue lightly against the roof of her mouth.  Pulling back, Sparrow gently pushed him against the sofa's cushions.  She clambered on top of him and straddled his hips, hands placed firmly against his abdomen.

Calm forest green met the fluttering crimson.  "Let go," she whispered, leaning down and moving her lips against his neck.  She placed butterfly kisses all over the bare skin, hands fumbling at the hem of his shirt.  Dante suppressed a groan as she nipped at his sensitive spot.  Slowly, inch by inch, more skin was revealed and both of them stark naked, clothes strewn randomly across the floor.  Each time Sparrow caressed his skin with her cool hands she whispered, "Let go."  Each time she whispered he would moan softly, excitement flowing through his veins.  Each time, a piece of his past broke apart and drifted far into the sea of fog in his mind.  Each time, he called Sparrow's name.

Sparrow ground her hips into his, a moan breaking through her lips as she felt Dante writhing inside her.  She paused a moment and looked down at the sweated covered demon.  His clouded eyes were clear now and he gazed up at her, breath leaving him in shorts spurts.  He leaned up, not once breaking eye contact.  "Sparrow," he murmured breathily.  A shiver ran down the young woman's spine as her name echoed in her head.

"Dante," she whispered.  Ever so gingerly, the demon placed a firm hand against her cheek and suddenly, the memory broke away and the woman he once loved was replaced.  Sparrow's image replaced it as her warm touch filled his heart and soul with her passion and love.  She's the one, he thought without hesitation.  He kissed her softly yet with such passion that Sparrow froze altogether.  A small, infamous smirk pressed against Dante's lips and he smiled in return.  "I love you.  I love Sparrow."

With that, they continued with their acts of passion and heartfelt sentiments long into the morning.  Finally exhausted, Sparrow lay lazily on top of Dante, breath and heart working at normal capacity.  Dante smiled and played with the young woman's hair, his arm about her waist and tail wrapped softly about her calf.  "I love Sparrow," he murmured as she slumbered.  It had such a nice ring to it.  He agreed with his heart, after such a long battle, that Sparrow was the one.  She could fix him and make him forget.  With a yawn, he fell asleep with his lover's tiny frame atop him in the morning glow of the sun.  Dante had finally started again with a new lover, with a new heart that he would cherish forever.  "My Sparrow," he thought as well needed rest overtook him.