Love Behond Fame

Aron couldn't concentrate on what his parents said most. To him none of this made any sense. His brother Philip, better known as Phantom, had Fact as a partner for almost his entire life. In the single partner, in fact, maybe they were more brothers to each other than in the blood relationship they had in their families. Dividing the spoils evenly, after that tragedy that was their death, in that terrible accident, was the most right, the fairest and the most respectful of their memories.

But the two families there, fathers and mothers of both, turned small disputes and egos into a big clash where no one wanted to give in. Each felt that their own child was more deserving than the other.

Phantom was the powerful mind behind the creations and Fact was the power materialized in voice and presence. On stage, in videos, in life, both completed each other.

At that point, Aron couldn't even understand what song they were fighting over, inside that huge room where the lawyers were trying to reach some agreement. Perhaps they were the only ones willing to achieve this.

Aron couldn't even think anymore. He took a pencil, placed it with the end on the table, clipped paper clips around it, and spun around, trying to clear his mind and close his ears. His distraction from the world was so much that he didn't even notice Liberty's arrival. Fact's sister entered the room in a different way than she is used to. Usually she makes any environment stop around her to watch her pass. But at that moment, she crept in, crouching apologetically, her voice barely being heard, and sat down across from Aron.

"I don't accept it, I don't accept it and that's it!" Aron heard his father raising his voice and ending the conversation. He gripped the pencil in fright, scratching the table, breaking its end and sending the clips flying in Liberty's hair.

That's when Aron noticed she was there. He had never met her in person and this was the first time they had looked each other in the eye.

Liberty smiled and tried to understand if Aron didn't care or if he was part of her team, from the exhaustion with that story. Already Aron saw beyond the eyes, that smile that made the movement of her face seem like it was in slow motion, with romantic music in the background, almost like a scene from a soap opera. It was a vision. His breathing quickened, the heat increased, he realized he had turned red, like he was going to explode.

"Are you okay?" Liberty asked, noticing that and getting really worried.

"Oh, all right, all right, all right, I'm fine." Aron stammered, he looked like he was about to suffer a stroke.

His parents left, not having cared too much about that moment and Aron took a few seconds to do the same, got up, stumbling over his chair and left quickly, when he realized that this was the end of the meeting.

He looked once more at Liberty, who was laughing at the situation, but ran his hand over, arranging her hair behind her ear in such a simple and natural way that it felt like a hypnotic move to Aron, who needed a lot of focus not to continue. embarrassed, leaving at once.

Aron couldn't get Liberty out of his head for the rest of the day.

He was a manager, also in the music business. His life was good and peaceful. His routine, on the other hand, a little more unpredictable. Some days he didn't have much to do but when he had some event or contract closings, he almost didn't have time for anything. His family has always had possessions, property, and his work was never something he depended on financially, despite being profitable.

That day specifically, he had absolutely nothing on his agenda. He had left the day off for the subject of lawyers, but the appointment only lasted the morning. He went to the record company, of which he was a partner, after lunch. He listened to some music, answered some emails and late in the afternoon, for some reason, decided to walk in the park, which he had seen in front of the office, where he had been earlier.

It was a beautiful place and the sunset made it particularly amazing, the play of light and shadow that played with nature. Crossing the bridge, over the lake, he couldn't believe that standing there, looking at the horizon, was Liberty. He didn't know if he would stop and talk to her or pass right by, pretending he didn't see her but hoping to be noticed. He decided on the first option, but changed his mind at the last moment, not fast enough not to be noticed.

"Aron? Are you around here? I don't understand, you were going to talk to me and give up?" She asked, as she turned her face and the wind touched her body. Aron noted every detail. In the curly strands of her hair swaying like waves, in the light hairs on her arms standing on end, in the T-shirt sticking to her body and highlighting her curves even more.

"Liberty, I'll be very honest with you. I only knew you by hearing you say and sometimes, seeing our brothers' recordings, after all, you played with them a few times. But today, when my gaze met yours for the first time, it was as if my soul had left my body for a few seconds and returned to my body, totally twisted. I think you got that part, didn't you?" She laughed out loud in agreement.

"I noticed, but honestly, I didn't care that it was after looking at me," she replied.

"I saw this park and found it so beautiful. Since I didn't have anything to do today, I decided to come and take a walk, but I know the real reason was that I was close to where I saw you. The coincidence of meeting you couldn't be greater. I decided to talk to you, as it would be very sad to take the risk of not seeing me and losing this opportunity. But when I got close, I thought I might think I was a stalker or something and now that you saw me, right in the middle of this disaster, I thought I had nothing left to lose, so I threw it all away."

"My goodness, how much! It really took me by surprise." She demonstrated that she was quite frightened by so much information.

"How about we forget that this happened? Excuse me!" Aron turned his back and was walking away when Liberty called him back.

"Wait! I didn't say I wanted to forget."

Aron's smile reached his ears, he returned and they stared at each other for a few moments.

"Did you feel it all?" She wanted to confirm.

"With all that intensity and maybe more."

"I need to know something, what's your opinion about this whole mess they made over the death of our brothers?" She asked, much to Aron's strangeness.

"I... Well, I think it's disrespectful to them, to their history and to who they were and still are," he replied fearfully.

Liberty hugged him tight and began to cry.

"I do not believe that I can be with someone, for now, with everything that happened to me. So much... But I would definitely accept someone on my side now."

"I understand and, after that hug, there's nothing I want more than to be by your side."

The moonlight, which came strong, with the dusk, illuminated the two embraced and eternalized that first moment of the two.