~*Playing Cards*~

I was watching you. You were concentrated on those cards and that paper, where I've written all of the scores. I was winning this time for sure. You won't make me give up and you won't make me lose. No, not this time, sir.
'Drunk your wine?' You looked at my empty glass.
'Yeah...'
'So why are you quiet? You should have told me, that you want more!'
You took the bottle and filled my glass with wine. You looked annoyed, not because I was quiet, just because you were losing this time.
'Cheers?', you asked
'To?'
'To your victory.'
Oh, such irony in your voice. You have no idea how it hurts me.
I smiled at you. My smile was fake and you noticed that, still, we both were quiet. I've already raised my glass. I wanted to touch your hand, not your glass. At the last moment I thought...
What if I ...
There was a crash. I saw your facial expression when I 'accidentally' dropped my glass. You were so calm and mild, as if you expected this to happen.
Congratulations! It happened.
There were shreds of glass lying all around the floor. You looked at me and I looked at you. Unconsciously I bit my lips and looked down.
'Nine of hearts', I said
'Ten of spades. Leader.'
'King of spades.'
'Ace of spades.'
'Ace of hearts.'
'Damn...'
You took the whole heap of cards. Then you looked at me while I was putting my points down.
'Another 3 points?'
Yes. Another 3 points. But I keep silent. I don't want you to be angry. I want you to be vicious. I want you to shiver with anger.
I smiled back at you. I took my hair pin off. I wanted to feel free and evil. You made the music quieter.
'I don't like jazz anyway.'
I looked down at the shreds of my glass. Then looked up at you again.
'Six of clubs', I said and that made you angry.
'Ten of clubs'
'Six of diamonds'
'Ten of diamonds'
'Six of spades'
'Ten of spades'
'Ten of hearts'
'Shit... Damn you... '
You look adorable when you're angry.
I took the paper to add some points for myself. But you took the paper away from me, tore it into shreds and threw them all around the place. Then you took the cards and looked at them. You almost cried. I stayed put, not to interrupt your act of aggression. I loved it.
You threw those damn cards at the wall... But they fell down on the floor covering the shreds of glass and paper. You looked at me. You didn't like my calmness. You came closer to me. I went one step away. You were coming closer... Closer... Closer...
The wall. Nowhere to go. But I stayed so calm that you could barely breathe. You embraced me and kissed me. That meant much to you. But you saw that I didn't react so you let me go. You went and sit on the bed. And you started to cry.
You know that I think that only strong and passionate men cry.
I looked at you for a moment. I knew that you wanted me to come. So I took my hair pin and walked out of the room. You wanted me to look back.
No, no I won't do it.
I silently walked away. You looked at my fading silhouette then stood up to look through the window to see me, walking down the road. You took a deep breath.
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And no one noticed the queen of spades lying on the table, smiling almost like Mona Lisa.