You know when you're in between sleep and awareness that you don't know what is real and what's fake? When you try so hard to open your eyes but they stay shut from your slumber? That's how I felt.
I felt heat in front of my face and warmth on the side of my cheek but when I opened my eyes it was gone. For a moment I thought it was Elisha's lips on my skin but my thinking was deteriorated when I saw the empty spot beside me. He left? Ugh I should've known.
After pondering if the feeling was real or fake, I finally decided to get out of bed and get ready for work.
During my shower, while eating breakfast, when I was getting dressed, all I could think about was him. He was corrupting my thoughts and honestly I was kind of mad at him. How could he just leave so easily? A part of me was nervous that one day he would just leave and never come back.
When I was finished getting ready, I grabbed my bag and went down to the lobby. While I was walking through the doors and onto the streets I had this odd feeling. As if I was being watched?
The feeling made me uneasy and suddenly a figure bumped into me making me stumble a little. The figure however reached out to steady me, but it's hold on me felt wrong.
"Watch where you're going, beautiful," the person said. When I looked up my eyes locked with pure black ones. Terrifying eyes and dark veiny skin under a hood. I jumped back in shock, wanting to be as far from the creature as possible. However when I looked back up the figure had disappeared.
Something in me felt wrong. Knowing Elisha and the way his skin looked yesterday, that creature had to be some sort of demon. My heart started to beat faster as I quickly walked the rest of the way to work. Should I tell Eli?
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As it got closer to the end of my shift I started to grow worried. Though I did not get frightened easily, whatever that creature was made me feel some sort of way. I was afraid that if I walked alone I would run into him again. Sadly, I had no choice.
At least that's what I thought. When I exited the large doors of the museum I saw gray eyes staring up at me from under a hood. I froze, instantly feeling relieved. I don't know what made me move toward him so fast, but I practically threw myself at him, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. I just wanted to hug him so badly, how awkward was I?
He was stiff for a second. Had he ever gotten a hug?
His arms suddenly wrapped around my waist and he buried his head in my neck. When he spoke I could feel his warm breath against my ear and it sent shivers down my neck. "Hi."
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angels & demons
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