I knelt down. My screams and cries echoed in the silence like a monster. I wasn't looking. I didn't want to look. I didn't want to face the truth.
I wasn't ready.
Tears kept settling in the middle of the street like scar marks etching my body. Everything in my body ached, like being run over by a truck.
I buried my head further in my arms, struggling to not lie in the middle of the road.
"No....please....Donnor..."
My voice came in a fumble, hoping I would hear a reply, but seconds turned into minutes.
Nothing came.
My body curled in like a bug as my head shot up, my eyes meeting a body lying in metres away from me. The killer was long gone.
I inched closer to the body, wiping my tears off to get rid of my blurry eyes.
The body distorted crystal clear, it's back meeting my eyes. The terror in the atmosphere dissipated, crumbling on the road.
These clothes...
I stood up, my fingers growing sweaty. I stood up, towering the body. Gulping, i held out my hand to grab the pair of shoulders.
The whole moment felt like a blur as I flipped the body around.
"Oh my god!"
I jumped, grabbing my mouth in a state of shock. It felt like all the air accumulating my body had vanished into thin air.
I turned around, finding a tall, intimidating man standing infront of me with a small, glowing smile sparkling his etched statue face.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
Tears flooded my eyes out of my pure joy. I squealed, wrapping my arms around him in a scream.
"Oh my gosh! You are alive!"
"You bet i am."
He replied in his classic honey voice, sending a surge of relief to my shrivelling body.
No words were exchanged as i pulled him as close to me as possible, letting the vanilla and lemon soap scent melt my body into sunshine and rainbows.
And he? He was a prince in my dreamland.
Not a terrorist.
We stayed holding each other in a fairytale shield. My eyes remained closed, drowning myself in him--- the icy storms, honey patches, flashes and smoothness, everything in between.
It felt nice. It felt nice to just hold him.
To just have him.
I don't know for how long we stood like this, not caring about anything else in the moment, but I liked it. And despite everything else, in the moment i knew I wanted this.
I wanted him.
And the realisation itself made my heart beat like a drum and my mind turn numb.
"I am fine Callie."
He was the first one to break the silence, restricting his words in a one short, curt line.
Yet it was everything I wanted to hear.
I opened my eyes, and the infinite view of the empty road behind his shoulders snapped me back from my fairytale world.
He held my cheek in a warm, blanket like embrace, surging a fire of warmth under my skin. I looked him in the eye as he spoke up, as soft and low as he could,
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Can I Kill You? (COMPLETED)
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