Why?

Johnny and Angie are sleeping. I watched them undress, his fingers eager to touch her skin again. She smelled him in the neck and said "I love you" Johnny answered " Oh, baby" while he came down on her like an arrow. I saw their fingers tangle, sweat shine on their bodies.

And now they sleep. Slowly I come forward from the shadows, pass my hand through his blonde hair, put my other hand on her heart shaped mouth. They feel me. She shivers. I am the air they breathe, I get into her like lukewarm water...he turns around. The lips I used to crave. Kissing Johnny is like walking in a place darker than a moonless night, a place soundless but of his fast heartbeat. I hear Angie babble in her sleep as she sees me in her mind. He is trapped in a restless nightmare, a sequence of images of me.

Listen Angie, "little angel" as Johnny called you, listen to my soothing voice. I´m here to take you with me to a better place, not that I really know much about... anyway, slow down the beat. He looks at me and frowns. "Why?" she says. Oh, I have many, many reasons I tell her, but don´t worry, where you are going is better than him, believe me. He is looking at me like... is it fear? You know Angie, my last word when Johnny was killing me was "Why?" but he calls you "little angel" and I get it.

Johnny´s will is now my wish, her fragile neck within his hands is my delight. She moves her arms like she´s swimming in the ocean.

A weak swirl of light enters the room as  I´m watching Johnny wake up and lean over her still body for a morning kiss... Why? he screams and cries sincerely. Now you understand my question Johnny.