OMG. That One Scene. Cut.

Something extraordinary happened. When his soul touched the back of that stranger. Tom Ford, Noir, the fragrance lost. Just like that. Not far from the Museum. Too soon to get support from other visitors. He was left alone. Buried alive. His clothes turned grey. His face white as snow. Captured soul. In a cloud of time. Her scream painful. The lovebirds stopped singing. Scary. It all seemed to last for eternity. His soul pulled her towards him. She felt a strong wind coming up. Cold. Shivering. Skin deep. Sensing his presence. Her former lover from Paris. Returning from the other world. He continued to get her closer. No mercy. Into the other dimension. She gave up all resistence. She had to. He was too powerful.

The bridge to the other dimension was painted in dark colors. Her body was aching. Pulling her nearer and nearer. Her shoe fell off. The smell was terrible. She almost had to throw up. She saw the shadow. Recognised his traits. His scent. One out of a billion. Made her calmer. Addicted. To him. He noticed that she was surrendering. He was deeply touched. Craved for her lips. He missed her so much. A soul without a body. Many sacrifices. Without any doubt. She felt her neck. Getting warmer. As if a vampire caressed her neck with his evil fingers. Her heart beating faster. Pumping life through her veins. His tongue licked her skin. Delicious. Teasing her. She felt it again, that fire. Between them.

Undressing her. Slowly. A scene in slow motion. Clothes falling down as feathers. Fingers in her hair. So intense. Craving. For more. In the middle of the bridge. Exploring every part of her sensual body. Like a map. Destiny known. She was so fond of him. Her former lover from Paris. He was not planning to withdraw. She felt connected. To his soul. Sinking deeper and deeper. Into him. He took advantage of the situation. He knew her too well. Putting a spell on her. Again. Her skin burning. They had only eyes for each other. Lost in each other. For a long time. Exchanging their energy. Nurturing each other's souls. He left his signature on her belly, the 'S' appeared.

From a distance she saw the other dimension. A large field of black roses. A building. So huge. The door was open. He whispered in her ear: 'I meet you there soon, my darling!' Was this witchcraft? Suddenly the scene and related decoration vanished. She fell down. She found her shoe back. Bridge gone. Her body dressed. To kill. In sexy black. She went back in time. Special journey. Reached that one moment. Where the stranger gave her a compliment. It was still raining. Both hiding under a roof. His watch had not moved. Not one second. The lovebirds closely together. He touched her hand. Gently. She was pleased. Confused too. Was her mind playing tricks on her?

Behind the stranger's back a dark shadow played with the light. Hide and seek. She saw it. Watched it. His soul let her go. For now. The shadow got smaller and smaller. She took distance. Focused on the stranger once again. The sun returned. From behind the clouds. More people. Interested to visit the museum. Opening. The door. The tickets, the key. In her jacket a picture. She took it. Observed it while he was going to the men's room. A dark reflection. Some details available. A couple. Closely together. Soul close. A bridge above a river. Picture signed by S. She almost lost it. She felt vulnerable. Caught in the action. She recognised her face. Her body naked. Her belly marked by the letter S.

The picture. Touching the floor. No traces. She ran into the ladies' room. To look at her belly. OMG. She saw the letter. Marked on her skin. This really happened? She had to pull herself together. What was he doing? Tears in her eyes. Falling down her cheeks. She felt alone. Cold. Haunted. The light turned off. In the ladies' room. She heard a noise. Someone was coming nearer. That scent! He was present. She could not take her mind of him. He longed for her. 'Please leave me in peace', she whispered. He melted. For her gentle words. Suddenly he was gone. The light shining again. When she left the ladies' room, she ran into the stranger. 'Ready to rock, sweetheart?', he said. His eyes on fire.

By Liesbeth Leysen