Another night and you aren’t here. Part of me craves your arms, your heat and your very presence, anchoring me to this house…to this world. The air presses down on me, making my skin tingle, drawing me closer to the door. Cool air blows in through windows I’ve unlocked and opened. Windows you never allow unlocked, especially during the nights when creatures walk the moors unchained.
Clouds billow and roil, the very essence of rage and uncontrollable passion. I watch as they sweep over the land and turn the sky black. I wait, knowing he will appear and call to me. Lightning cracks and there he is, standing on the hill closest to your house. His eyes are on me, cold and guarded. I move closer, fighting the bindings you’ve placed on me. Lifting my hand, I reach out to him and in the next flash of light, he’s standing just outside the wide open door.
In my confused mind, I hear your voice, telling me not to go. You tell me he will destroy me, that he only wants my soul and has no use for my heart. I close my eyes, replacing his image with yours. I see the warmth of your smile and the obsession in your eyes. I hear the caring in your voice and feel the possession in your touch.
I jerk away as one cool finger traces over my cheek and I open my eyes to see that I’ve moved closer to him. The spells you’ve cast won’t allow him entrance to your home, but you assume the locks will keep me in. His pitch black eyes stare into mine and I reach out, caressing his lips with trembling fingertips. He wraps his lips around my finger, sucking me into his moist mouth.
Love and need war in me. He wants my soul and you want my heart. He will free me and you will cage me. His lust brings pain and yours brings captivity. Headlights wash over us and he hisses. I take another step, but you are there, gathering me in your arms and carrying me back inside.
The storm dies and the snap of the lock makes me shiver. I don’t know where the truth lies. Are you my doom or my salvation? Is he my destiny or my past?
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