The Scarlett World

Clearly he was a muffin man. Damn it, I always knew it. But oh well, clearly I’m human. I wish I could be Sabrina de Lancoir again. It was all so good back then. We were immortal, powerful, and when night fell, we could always find some arms to fall on. It was so easy back then. We hardly ever cried, we hardly ever worried about anything. We used to spend hours in that beach, just looking at the sea. We used to talk about science, and love, and arts, and love. I guess we can say we fell in love there. Watching the sun set in the sea, living like gypsies and smoking tea. Playing stupid games and kissing under the palm trees. We thought we could go on forever like that. We all still keep our sacred names. Would it be any different if Nathalie was still alive? Maybe. I’m sure Flavio would not have his love delusions, and Catherine will not be swearing that she is going to kill him, or her. Maybe, we could still be a family, but then again.

I thought Bernard could take me back to that state, of pure joy, of no worries, of intelligent conversations in the beach. Of dinners by the pool and candle light. Of cutting class to go to the movies. Or to the beach, or to a house, or just to a cafe. I guess that bloody island was almost like paradise. We were all so happy. Fate is sometimes cruel, and now I’m missing Bernard so much.  I really thought the sun shine was up his ass. I really thought this could last. Dreams are so fragile, so ephemeral. Maybe I should forget the name of Sabrina, but what about the memories? The happiest days of our lives, they are tied to those names. If I forget Sabrina, I will forget the joy and love I once had. Love that I also thought could last forever.

Maybe that’s our mistake, to think that love can last forever.