Forbidden II

The restaurant was nice and classy. Round tables good for two were spread out on the floor. Not too close to each other so as to give couples the privacy that they need for themselves. There are about four other couples in the room. Maybe even more, Eric never really noticed.

They took the table at the corner of the room. The food was perfect. Nicely roasted beef with potatoes and Chicken Cordeon Bleu with red wine.

At the center of the room plays a four piece band. Giving the feeling of a mini orchestra. Violin and saxophone were the only one recognized by Eric. He's not that much into music, he thought. Yet he enjoys listening to the music filling the room with romance. The band was now playing their rendition of Leann Rimes' I Need You.

Eric stood up on walked up to April. He took her hand and held it tight. They danced in the little space next to their table. He held their hands close to his chest while the other wrapped around her waist, feeling the beautiful curve of her body and her other hand wrapped around his neck. To him, it was one of the most perfect moment of all. As they swayed and felt the rhythm, slowly he could no longer hear the music. He could no longer hear the noise in the room. It was just him and her in that room. Everything else was a blur. Like the movies wherein everything else became still and unnoticed while they danced with the spotlight only pointed to them. It was only her he sees. It's only her he feels. It couldn't have been more perfect, he thought.

He couldn't help but just look at her angelic face and feel his heart beat with her close.

"You're beautiful in that white dress." He said.
"Thank you."
She was indeed beautiful. Her eyes as crimson blue as a clear sky in a sunny day. Her lips as red as roses could be. Her skin, as soft as cotton.

Gunshot!

The moment was totally shattered with five gunshots that resounded in the room like a bear whose roar startled everyone in the room. He held her tight. Shielding her body with his own.
A man across the room lay slumped in a table. He had a revolver held in his hand. Two men in black tux, much like MIB he thought, rushed in to the shooter. The man was dead. One of the men in tux apparently fired at him.

The room was then filled with screaming and crying. But Eric didn't have any intentions of knowing where they came from. He looked at April still tucked in his arms. Then there was blood. Her white dress was now drenched in blood.