Eros' Enchanting Tune

I sighed. Time passed so quickly. I still remember it as if it were yesterday when he moved into the building next door and started throwing a house party every week, ending each day dancing with a woman in his arms on the roof - a different one every time. Yet, every time, it was the same enchanted image of an intimately loving couple wispering sweet words. In the same way as in romantic movies...
Until one day one of them plunges into the deep night. 
I couldn't believe my eyes when I first saw it. It must have been a hallucination. Gasping, I rushed to the neighboring building and hurried up the emergency staircase to the roof.

And I saw him for the first time. A charming young man dancing by himself. He didn't stop even though he had seen me; instead, he took my hand and pulled me into his arms, and we danced.

"Weren't you just dancing with someone else?"
"Indeed."

His response made me uneasy.

"Where is she?"

He spun me with one hand.

"Unfortunately, she is no longer with us. Even though I loved her", he smiled thinly. "But no need to worry it only happens if you want to have me all to youself."

"What a weird answer", I thought. But with the recent occurrences of people claiming to have seen the God of Death and shortly thereafter vanishing into the darkness, it seemed, in turn, logical.

"The night is still young, why don't you keep me company a little longer?"

I said yes without thinking, I felt sorry for him.

So, we spent some time together. We danced, eat dinner together, and took a stroll. It was a great change from my modest life. I really enjoyed it.

"Can I see you again?"
"I don't think it's necessary anymore."

Was he worried that I would fall in love with him and disrupt his rendezvous?

"Don't worry. I bet you that even after a month with you, I won't fall in love with you. And if I do, I promise I won't see you again."
"It doesn't matter. Remember, what you merely saw. This could end deadly."
"I wasn't looking for a relationship anyway. A nice company would be enough. I had nothing to lose."

 He remained silent for a while.

"If this is what you want, I won't say no. But remember, I won't change my ways. So, good luck staying alive, my dear." He smiled devilishly.

So, I began to count our days. 30 days. I eagerly awaited his message every day. One day, two days, three days - still no message. And the days went by, and I sat by my window, watching him dance with someone new every day.

December 4th. Finally, my phone buzzed, and he invited me to his house party. He hugged me enthusiastically. 'I am happy to see you,' he said, but he spent the day mostly dancing, primarily with others. The party ended. 

"When can I see you again?"
"Soon. I'll text you."
He smiled.

December 6th. He told me he misses me, so he invited me to accompany him to the next town and spend the following day with his friends. I can't remember the last time I had so much fun in my life. I can't wait to see you again.

"When can I see you again?"
"I'll text you, my love."

He kissed me on the cheek.

One day, two days, and then three days passed, but I still saw him dancing from my window, enjoying his life without me.

December 10th. He didn't write back, even though he said he would.
December 12th. I reached out to him to spend some time together. It was a pleasure to have a conversation with him alone for a while, and dancing with him was pure bliss. 

"When can I see you again?"
"Wait for me, dear."

I caught myself asking the question repeatedly, with increasing desire. With him, everything seemed more enjoyable.

At some point, being with him became like breathing to me. Life was so much better with him.

December 16th. I couldn't wait any longer. Seeing him dancing with someone else, I hurried towards the stairs. I ascended the steps without stopping, and there he stood with another woman in his arms. He kissed her, whispered sweet words into her ear, and she blushed. Then our eyes met. Silence.

"Good luck", she looked somewhat sad as she said that. As if she had gathered her thoughts clearly, she smiled at me ans vanished into the night. 

December 17th. It was a cold winter day. Snow was falling, and the city glowed romantically as we waltzed on the rooftop of his penthouse.

"I love you."

Those three words he whispered seductively in my ear. I knew instantly, those were the words he said to the woman who jumped off the roof just the day before. 

"Who are you? The God of Death, Thanathos?"
That seemed to hurt him.
"Good grief, no. I am not Thanathos. I want everybody to live! Believe me." 

He laughed loudly. 

On December 24th, the final day, we celebrated by dancing all night to mark my continued existence.

"Do you love me?", he asked.
"Please, answer me one question. Can you only love me?"
"That's impossible. I do love you, but it can't be you alone. You know I can't let all of them die."

In my heart, I always knew why I was watching the women dance with him. They found their God of Life. Because you became my God of Life I stopped thinking of Death. 
Knowing that how can I live a second without you? 

"Then I guess it's a goodbye."
"Will I see you again?"
"Maybe in the next life."

He gave me a kiss on the forehead.
"I'm sorry, my love." 

Let's count the days until we see each other again.