Leave out all the rest
Such things did not exist still in today’s rough and hard edged world of quick words and short wits. Breea was a cast-back to days long since seen in black and white by one’s grandparents. That was perhaps her greatest oddity and most important gift, Breea was out of time and place no matter where she set her soft heeled foot. The city was a place of harsh contrasts and vulgar words, worlds colliding with Breea’s delicate views on herself and the way the universe ought to work. The woman become goddess had never learned to handle the city’s ways, its people's rough treatment of women had not instilled much belief in its ability to compromise with Breea's worldly views and so she had drifted away. Becoming the distant, frailly beautiful creature now witnessed by the hotel guests. Leo on the other hand of fate had been born with the ability to bullshit any and everyone that came across his path. The man could talk. He could sell a sandlot to a thirsty camel but Leo had never found what he’d needed and until meeting Breea by chance in a rainstorm he had not truly known what it was he needed. Now he knew, all too well. Leo needed Breea and that small, tiny really, thought scared him beyond all reasonable measure.
“How many times do you have to find what you’ve been looking for before you see you’ve found what you need?”
“I wish,” Leo paused, unable to find the words his heart felt with his mind’s cool logic.
“I wish I could find a mystic that would just tell me who I was looking for.”
“You don’t need somebody else to tell you, I think you know quite well right now who you need.”
Breea walked back to her chair and slowly dipped her skirt into the cushion as she sat down, legs crossed at those small ankles that Leo lusted after when he lay in the dark middle hours of morning unable to sleep for being so far from Breea’s side. Breea lay her hands in her lap and looked at Leo, not to watch his movements but to see him, fully and without the coat of love that covered all her thoughts and actions towards him. There before her was a man so guarded from years
“To hell with logic, its for people who don't have the imagination to think of the really great adventures, the real love stories aren’t about well thought out plans but passion that rips two people into one,” Breea said, finely raising her head from its tilted, thoughtful position.
“You make it sound so easy, so straightforward.”
“It’s the most straightforward thing we’ll ever do, to love somebody else the way we wish we were loved and get it returned. What would it be like to be loved the way you’ve loved?” Breea said, standing as Leo bent toward the doorway.
“I just don't know,” Leo replied as he edged the cool handle of the hotel's door with his soft palm.
The divide between worlds had never been more clear than as Leo guided Breea to the exit and looked at her with eyes hardened by countless disappointments. A heart so eager to find a counterpart and yet unable to break its mighty shield; that crisp, hard armor the heart had rigged to save itself from another blow. For truly a heart can only be broken, cracked and tossed away so many times before it chooses to never again be so vulnerable. Leo’s heart had been too long in the world of broken promises and tattered emotions, it had lost its will to become a part of another beating heart. To join and never release themselves back into the wilds of aloneness.
“I wish you could leave out all the rest, none of it matters. Not really,” Breea said, her words soft in the dim light of the hallway. She wanted to put her hand up to Leo's face but stopped herself; too much too late in time.
“You'll just have to give my head time to catch up to my heart,” Leo’s voiced cracked with emotion as he spoke but Breea wanted to see more than just a crack in that strong-willed armor.
“That's the thing though, the heart knows so much better than the head. The head tells you why you shouldn’t love me, the hearts knows why you must.”
Breea moved towards Leo in her ever gilded manner, resting her pink lacquered nails on the side of his softly tanned face. Two pairs of eyes met and they never really disentangled. Breea and Leo had no real choice in the end, after all the heart knows what it must have and the rest must be left out or a lifetime of regrets will weigh those hearts down. Love was not made to be easy, it was made to test the merit of a man and the fortitude of a woman. It is the only test one need really worry about passing in life and that night two lovers passed with only hesitations between them.