Satan reincarnate: You're my Poetry

I hate Lairs

TW: Scars
(If you have any, remember you're no less beautiful.)

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(Bill)

I watched her eyes light up as they soaked in the sequence of light bouncing around the articles of the room I had spent so long collecting for her. She stood before me, her back faced towards my torso as her hand slowly reached back for mine.

She opened her mouth to speak, nothing particularly coming out but small cracks from her tight throat. Her words were starched, unable to comprehend what she was seeing.

"Well are you going to go inside?" I whispered, smiling as she gave me the exact reaction I anticipated from her. She tightly squeezed my hand, glancing at me from the side. She dropped her arms to her side, and looked eagerly looked straight ahead.

She slowly stepped in, looking around like she was making sure everything was real. Back in 09' after I took her with me, I called in as her legal partner and resigned her rental for her apartment. I've had this home for years, I just didn't find it fit to tell her back then. They dropped off her all of her old belongings to a friend of mine; I had to stay incognito of course. All her old things have been here ever since, and I only recently set everything up for her since I of course knew I'd bring her back. I wasn't one to not have anything planned out, that's for sure.

"Looking for anything specific?" I said, pushing off the door frame as I uncrossed my arms. I stepped in, and she looked at me with stars in her yearning eyes. She circled around the room, looking at all her nostalgic decorations. She fondled her old little phone in her shaky hands, examining everything.

"Family photos?" She muttered. I could practically hear how fast her heart was beating through her words. She asked it like a question, wrongly assuming I wouldn't have it. I had it all.

I smile, exposing my teeth to her stare as I walked over to a closet. I opened it, and moved over all of her older clothes I had hung up for her. On the wall behind them was the portrait of her, her two sisters and parents. Everyone was lined up smiling, but her. I had always gazed at it, admiring her. Wishing I was there to put a smile on her droopy eyes, wondering why there wasn't one there.

She staggered around behind me, roughly sitting on the bed with a heavily exasperated sigh.

"Where'd you get all of this?" She asked, looking up at me as the smallest blue tear fell from her eyelashes as her hand came up to her face, wiping the oncoming water from her gaze as her voice cracked with emotion.

I shrugged, looking out the bright window. "It's not important." I answered. It really wasn't, I didn't want to scare her any further by telling her the fact I had it all planned out since the beginning. Other than falling in love with her, though. My jaw clenched as I realized who I was talking to. It was still almost like a dream to me, I had wished to bring her in this room for so long it was still almost unreal.

I peered down to her, watching as she looked down to the wooden floor. She was so beautiful, watching her sit surrounded by all her old memories she cherished so deeply. She soaked it in, her hands softly probing the duvet on the mattress.

"This is insane." She whispered, her eyes still on the floor. "I didn't think I'd ever see half this stuff again. I didn't think anybody would ever find it." She looked up, gazing at the portrait of her family across from her in the closet. She looked.. distant. Her family was really the only thing I didn't know about her, I just knew of them. I don't know what she came from, or why she's how she is, but it still intrigued me.