This night belongs to me

    I step into the dark, as the night wraps its warm velvety wings around the cobblestone streets and emptied plazas. This is the night when I hunt. And this is the night when my hunt will be over. I hope so at least. I think you hope for that too. To see me dare. To see me rage. But at this point, there is no rage. I am cold. My soul hardened. Heart’s fire replaced with dull glow. Silver shine. Like a full moon. Like my bullets. I’ve been searching for you for too long. Following your trail. City after city. La Habana Vieja. The old town. Is that where we met first? Governors ball.

    Striking.

    Fiery.

    Passionate.

    Daring.

    You ruled the night, as you liked to say. And I served under that rule willingly. With all my heart. Until one night you disappeared. Your moon gone, and taking your cold fire with it. Desperate, I’ve been looking for your everywhere. Then things started happening. Strange things. Things I was assigned to investigate. I bet you knew the precinct would choose me. I bet you wanted me to walk through your steps. To realize one day the heat of your fire was as icy cold as the freezing touch of death itself.

    Eternal.

    Irrevocable.

    I left Havana. Your blood streaks scratched that city off my heart forever.

    Panama. Bogota. Santa Cruz. Buenos Aires.

    I know you know. Much more than I ever thought I did. Even that night on the terrace when I thought my entire universe sank into your eyes as you opened your soul to me. The very soul I am stepping into right now.

    Darkness.

    I know you are waiting. Can feel the air bending around my lips. The air of your deadly kiss. But this night belongs to me.

    -Soy dueño de esta noche!