cara mia
“Oh, cara mia,” Miguel planted himself next to you on the fainting couch, “to see you like this… I feel as if I can’t breathe… and not in a good way…” plucking your hand up in his, he pleaded, “whatever can I do to get you out of these blues? Do you want to hold a seance? Could that help?”
“No…” you sighed, woe overflowing in your tone, “the moon unfortunately won’t be full for another week…”
“Shall I fetch you a goat to sacrifice?”
“No…” you once again echoed, letting your empty gaze flutter to the window where rain hammered against the panes.
“How about I kidnap you some useless young man, chain him down in the basement and let you torture him however you please?”
“Oh, darling…” a flicker of light returned to your gaze as you found Miguel’s stare, “I do love coping with ennui in a creative manner… could you perhaps find one named Chad?”
“I’ll scour every inch of this earth till I find one for you,” he swiftly brought the back of your palm up to his lips in a fevered kiss, “there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make you happy.”