Deviant Love

6 - HIS

[Chapter 6]

[six years ago]

The moment I saw her, the soft smile that blossomed on her face, how my cold heart skipped a beat, and I knew she would be the death of me.

I could feel her. Her presence was like an electrical storm that jolted my dead heart alive.

I had been going to the same coffee shop as the little angel for three weeks like a puppy waiting for its owner. I hoped we would cross paths and start a small talk-a small talk that would lead somewhere. What a blithering idiot I was.

It was unwise of me to even think of bringing such a kind soul into my damned hell. My heart prickled with an unknown emotion.

I walked in and sat in the same seat I had occupied for the last three weeks when I saw her for the first time. She was sitting at a table in the back of the shop, reading a paperback book. She seemed lost in her world. I sat there staring at her through the glass division.

My heart skipped a beat as I took in her beauty, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of silk. Her eyes, deep pools of bewitching riddle, held the secrets of a thousand enchanting tales, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

She was sitting there by herself with a smile blooming on her face as she read her book. I wondered what her story was as I sat at the table watching over her.

I could feel the chemistry between us bursting through my veins. It was as if we were locked together in a moment where nothing else mattered but us.

When I first met her, she was a stranger to me, someone I should not have allowed myself to get involved in this line of business.

I was terrified of losing everything I knew to be true about myself, and I didn't want to risk it. But as I worked on her broken car, I couldn't help but feel drawn to her.

Her laughter was my favorite symphony, each delicate note playing on the strings of my heart. I found myself captivated by her almond-shaped eyes crinkled at the corners when she giggled, like stars twinkling in the night sky.

I cherished every moment spent with her, every word she uttered, every breath she took. Silly as it may sound, I couldn't help but secretly record the sound of her laughter on my phone, like a precious melody I could carry with me to keep the cold loneliness at bay when she wasn't around. Her laughter was my refuge, a source of warmth that I desperately craved in the solitude of my home.

At times, I longed to touch her, to brush back those strands of hair that framed her beautiful face. But as I looked at my greasy hands, I couldn't bear the thought of tainting her with my imperfections. So, I restrained myself, rushing to wash my hands before offering her my keys with a trembling hand.

Her face flushed as she muttered thanks, sending my heart into a frenzied dance.

Something about her drew me in, a spark in her eyes that I couldn't get enough of-I wanted her. I needed her.

The love I felt for her was overwhelming, consuming me like wildfire. All I wanted was to protect her from the harsh realities of the world-to shield her soul from the devils that lurked within it, from people like me.

Nevertheless, I knew I was the last person who deserved someone as pure and good as her. I was a monster, unworthy of her love and affection.

But as much as I tried to fight it, I knew I was a victim of love's folly. Love has a way of consuming us, clouding our judgment, disarraying our perceptions, and at that moment, all I wanted was her.

She was above me, and like a devotee-I couldn't help but worship her.

For she was my muse, my inspiration, my guiding light, and I would love her until the end of time.

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