Magic doesn't exist

chapter 7

"You're not lucid, you don't realize what you're babbling about, don't last a single day with me," he says sourly, giving me his back and putting his hands through his hair almost as if in desperation.

"I don't understand why you want to be so close to me, don't tell me that in such a short time you've started feeling something for me" he says approaching my body abruptly.

Was I really starting to like him? A being that killed monsters by biting them around the neck, a being that I don't even know, a being that might be capable of killing me even with just a look. Especially now, that his body was pushing towards mine, his face a couple of centimeters away from mine, I could feel his heavy breathing towards mine, mine I was holding him, this was the effect that in so little time time he was able to make me, his gaze scrutinized every part of my face, it was as if he was trying to see if I could resist him.

My eyes fixed on his, who had lingered on my lips: "You can't do this to me" he whispered and went out the window.

I darted to the window and saw him below staring at me. "Don't disappear from me. Please. I'm ready to do anything to understand you."

He seemed to really think about it. As if his answer could actually be yes.

"I'll come and see you sometime, but I won't let you put yourself in danger because of some passing feeling" he replied before disappearing.

Passing feeling. How I wish it were.

I feel like I'm going crazy, it's not possible. Me having feelings for a vampire.

A joke.

I felt a strong rumbling in my stomach and knew it was time to eat something.

I grabbed some pre-cut cheese and a slice of mortadella from the fridge, no, come on, let's make two slices. I put the concoction between two slices of bread and after I finished eating I immediately got back into bed.

I tried in every way to fall asleep, but every time I closed my eyes my mind thought of those strange eyes, which made my whole body shiver just thinking about them, and my head wandered, made absurd turns .

Who knows what would have happened if I had continued.

I have to stop, closing my eyes doesn't help, so I have to find something better to do: I could take a good book and read it.

In the end I was staring into space hoping that a big sleep will be able to pervade my senses.

Or that a big fat man knocked on my window.

Without further delay I decided that it was the case to at least stay under the covers and occasionally close my eyes, so the thoughts did me absolutely little pleasure, quite the contrary.

Without realizing it, it was already 6 in the morning.

"I don't feel like getting up, it's cold" I murmured closing my eyes on the pillow.

I had left the window a little open. I could almost feel that breath of cold air entering my room and pricking me from above the blankets, which is why I tried to curl up under them more.

I had my face almost completely covered, a laugh escaped me, I remember when my mother to make me laugh she pulled the covers so much as to cover me completely and then lifted them up laughing.

I ended that quiet moment getting out of bed, I almost had tears in my eyes, I hadn't spent intimate moments with my mother for too long. I grew up too fast. Since dad left, she had to take all the responsibility herself, not allowing me to work. She so she did 2\3 jobs.

I was spending time with myself.

I dressed in something warm and went downstairs to make myself some camomile tea. It was 8 in the morning but it didn't matter. I didn't even have school.