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22 || D'yavolenok

Breathe - Russ

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Adrik

I examine it.

The devil reincarnated.

So small, with her head tucked into the bed, her lashes peacefully resting against her cheekbones and lips rounded and forming a natural pout.

She looks harmless. Almost.

It's deceptive. So deceptive, you'd never guess that the devil lingers amongst humankind, reincarnated as a little being, curled up in my bed, with hair so long it's splayed across my pillows and clothing so vacant nearly every crevice of her germ infested skin rubs against my sheets.

There's a term that comes to mind when I stare at her.

D'yavolenok.

The little devil. Put on this earth to torment me and make me pay for all that I've sinned.

All my life, I've been a sinner. The worst of its kind. Cruel, unforgiving and diabolical.

I've killed far more times than I've been a help, I've cheated far more times than I've repented, and I've stolen far more times than I've been giving.

But even I didn't deserve the disaster that was Celina Ademaro.

The mid morning sun flickers through the curtains, birds faintly chirp outside the windows, and a lawnmower hums in the distance. All alluding that the morning has begun to take its course.

My days developed around schedules, my morning no different.

I was up at five, worked out and showered by six fifteen, and by six forty five, I was starting my work day.

Today, I woke up on the couch, showered in the guest room whilst waiting for my personal bathroom to be cleaned, and instead of getting to work, I was here, watching her sleep, the essence of peaceful while my day had been overturned.

She stirs, yet doesn't wake and instead tips her head, baring the column of her neck all the way down to the dip of her cleavage in an atrociously small shirt with no sleeves.

I eye the exposed skin.

Two nights.

Two nights of blissful silence, alone in my newly constructed space was all I'd been gifted, before she'd ruined any semblance of peace by barging in, unwanted, with that self assured look on her face.

I could kill her, right here, right now.

No body would know.

It'd  restore the balance of things, give me my space back.

A snore escapes her lips. Along with another and then another drawing my attention up to her lips.

She snores lightly, a sound so low you have to quiet down to hear and so soft you question if it is a snore.

I catch myself staring at her lips. They're large, pink and I can only imagine what little good has come out of them.