The Runaway

Twenty: Kamalame Cay

"So you ain't got to give my loving away.."

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1988.

The Bahamas.

Near the beginning of November 1988, Prince and his fiancée were told that they were at that point where her body was beginning to actively shut down.

And instead of dealing with it, he whisked her away to an island full of sunshine, the ocean and warm weather.

Just the two of them.

Kamalame Cay, Bahamas.

Their oasis was a complete open concept with floor to ceiling windows in every room. An outdoor shower that they had used on various occasions was situated on the deck and the bedrooms were simply decorated with art on the walls, couches by the windows and bathrooms so big that their voices echoed.

A stoned pathway led down to the beach.

They had neighbors on each side but privacy fences kept them completely secluded.

He didn't wear heels nor fancy clothes. She spent her time in bathing suits and in the ocean or on the water's edge where she'd create as the palm trees behind her danced in the wind and the water hit her feet with a canvas on her knees.

Most days, Prince would also create beautiful masterpieces of his own. Music flowed out the French doors and  into the open air until it reached his fiancée, who'd stop and listen with a heavy heart, eventually envisioning him and painting whatever she saw.

Her hands moved with such precision, the ability to perfect scenes and make them lifelike was a talent that held extreme rarity.

It was mid-evening into their third  week. The sun was setting upon the horizon which made the crystal blue water look as if it was glistening and gave the palm trees a light yellow tint when the sun shined right.

A scene for the books.

One that would be engraved until her last breath.

Prince's fiancée had taught him to paint and he'd taught her how to play the piano. They both picked days and focused on one activity. A bonding experience that they had grown to adore as they fell deeper in love.

The legend was far more interested in her gift than the piano, but it made him so happy to see her eyes light up every time she sat on the bench and allowed his fingers on top of hers, guiding them across the keys to create a piece that would eventually become Insatiable.

Feeling lips to her cheek, she felt his presence when he sat behind her, placing his head on her shoulder and kissing between her shoulder blades.

"Hi my love," He whispered, a smile on his lips. "I've missed you,"

His fiancée smiled and held his hands that were around her waist, staring at the waves that would make their appearance every so often.

"Anche tu mi sei mancato, amante.." Her voice barely above a whisper when she turned around and kissed him quick then stood. "How's creating?"