73: Hearts

*Luca*

'If you can feel me, feel that I love you'.

The plastic cup slips between My fingers as the sentence, served with a sense of desperate sadness, hits me in the diaphragm.

"Hey !" Julie wrinkles her nose. "That is a Christian Lacroix rug !"

"Sorry". I can not get rid of the feeling that something is completely wrong. Something that has to do with Soleil.

I back out of the dancing crowd and crash outside.

Down by the beach I stop and sniff the evening air. Fuck ! I can not catch her scent, she damn does not have one. Where was it that she had said they were going ?

"Kin ?" I whisper. A light breeze catches the strings in my shirt. "Is something wrong with her ?"

A strong gust of wind pushes me down on all fours. When I get up on my knees, my gaze falls on the forest on the other side of the bridge. That is true. The party is right over there. It does not take me many moments to assess the possibilities. It is probably also for the best, because when the cold water envelop