My hand was clutching impatiently at the hem of your skirt. Your aroma is taunting. Toasted sugar and lavender dancing around like mist... There is a twitch in my lips, and I am too excited to be bothered with shielding it from you as you are just a...
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No one's ever gonna love me, no not you like do Every night I'm crying in my sleep, cause I'm dreaming about you And I've tried so hard to quit you, like I promised my mama I would But it's no good, it's no good
You're no good, I'm no good, we're no good - Dog Days by Ethel Cain
The salt of the ocean and the familiar aroma of plants gently ground me, seeping into my senses for a few moments. Gardenias surround me with their intoxicating scent, while the fragrance of lavender curls through the air. Slowly, as if the plants are whispering for me to wake, I force my lids open and will my body to rise. In the distance, I hear the ocean—the rhythmic laps of water hitting the shore.
I take a moment, scanning the satin, pearl-stained pillows and the pastel orange blanket beneath me, patterned with delicate rosebuds. Only then do I lift my head.
Here? Again?
Skylights cage me in, the moon peering down like a silent observer. The effects of the pill have dissolved... as if the high that welcomed me hours ago had never existed. Now, dread anchors my body, and reality thickens, a warm honey coating my thoughts.
This feeling—it's from the shadows, pulling my gaze toward them.
Panic slowly crawls into my chest, tightening around my heart. I hitch in a breath at what looks back at me.
"Jacob?"
Your name slips through my lips, and heat spreads like wildfire over my flesh. Every ounce of blood in my face spirals toward the dread coiled in my stomach like a serpent. I know this strangling feeling too well—air trapped in my throat as excitement and shock braid themselves into something jagged.
In a corner, I see you—an outline of a tall, elongated figure leaning against the glass where the shadows are the thickest, tucked between the curling vines and the dense canopy of leaves that block even the faintest light from the skylights above. Your lean, precise body begins to move like it belongs to the darkness. I watch as you walk through them, dragging the night with you and erasing any silver that dared to touch this place. The only light I'm left with is in those amber eyes, burning and steady as they pin me in place like prey.
My voice breaks. "No."
You are the dread; you are the hot knife running over my body, slicing me open and leaving me exposed without consideration.
"No... No, no, no, no—" and it burns.
I catch a glimpse of raw hunger and your scar before ripping my sight from you. I shield my eyes behind trembling hands.
You're not there.
It's just another dream where it's nothing but your ghost.
But I squeeze my eyes tighter, waiting. I hear it—your footsteps becoming louder, your presence growing, oppressively filling the room, pressing down on me. Out of nowhere, strong fingers snatch my wrists and roughly tear my hands away.
