There was one reason why I did not mention him, the person that was the most important person in my life.
Adams Evenchi, the person who connected me to the abyss that I so much hated; as I said, he was the light to my darkness, but he was also a poison to my soul. I knew everyone around me, including the fact that they all had their very own flaws. His flaw was giving me the ability to love and leaving me behind like a clueless puppy.
Adam taught the importance of life and how everything and everyone was temporarily in it. People can be temporary and they can also be permanent, in this point of my life I was looking for neither because as I said plenty times before by vengeance for the sake of myself should be done expeditiously.
Even though it took me years to this point of time to execute my plan, I knew that things done patiently will always come out with good results.
Learning that lesson, I could say I am different now.
Fooled me once; that was a shame on him, fooled me twice-being played once was just enough for me. Although I may say this, right now, at this moment, my words are meaningless. His eyes, the way he smiles at me, make my heart flutter every time I take a glance at him.
'Chile wake up and smell the damn coffee you are in dream land again,'
In reality I never moved from the books that I placed on the shelves.
My thoughts again was right; I needed to focus on what was happening in front of me. Stepping back I looked at the familiar figure that was walking in front of me and my body tensed and my eyes became frozen at the cold glares that faced me."Why are you staring at me like that....like I am the one in the wrong," I said because those are the only words that came across my mind when I saw him.
When I looked at him before I saw the person I loved but that day determined the fact that I wasn't the person he truly loved. I was betrayed by the people close by and that what made me watch the people close to me.
Waiting for any of them to betray the love that I gave them.
Cutting me out of my thoughts he expressed while those same cold eyes still stared at me, "I just got back and the last thing I want to do is argue with you, so please save your damn contradictions. Damn at least pretend that you missed me," those words were yelling at me to obey by his wishes.
If I was the old and weak me; what would I do?
Will I be wagging my tail and follow his every conceiving demand like his own personal throw away puppet. Yeah the old me will definitely do that.
In his eyes I will always be that weak girl that feel in love with him and did every little thing for him to accept the love that was given to him. But I am not that girl anymore, matter of a fact I was never her to begin with. That little facade I once played for him was over and it was time for us to stand on that same ground.
The memories we had together was created by my delusions of me forcing to be loved by someone who never cared to begin with. I stared at him coldly.
"Look just be nice, will ya....for old time sake," he uttered.
"Why would I do that," I questioned but continued coldly, "I'm glad you are back, but I am busy, so you can come back with a different attitude when I am free, no....if I am free."
He imitated the most perfect smile but his eyes could never lie; he was pissed that anyone, especially me will talk out of tone.
"That's-," he spoke before being interrupted, "again I am now on the clock if you want to reconcile this relationship you could either come back with a better attitude or you know do us both a favor again and you know disappear."
Theses childish games it was something I didn't have time for because on my imaginary chess board I was the one that controlled all the pieces, everyone else just followed suit.
I was tired of hiding the real me....
The old me only knew hiding and not trying to find people that truly loved me for me...
So, I did what I was accustomed to, and that was portraying myself as innocent. To make the world believe that the villains in my story could be punished not by the law but by me. To do that in the face of even the devil himself I could be the fool for just a second to make a masterpiece.
Devoting myself to finally feed the vengeance that I held back way to long in my heart was my number one priority. I had no intention to stop in the middle of my track because the person that I hated so much made me feel inferior to their complexity.
He use to be my light....
How pathetic was I to be that desperate for love that could not be given back. A devil that was disguised as an angel was Adam Evenchi and I was one of the victims that played as his side puppets.
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