SHE IS MY OBSESSION.
This isn't a normal love story, Sweetheart. The girl's no spitfire, the man's no saint.
We are both villains.
She is my obsession; I am hers.
I know my princess hates that prince, I know she will flee that castle.
I know she wil...
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The blankets fluffed around me as I sat on my bed, and I adjusted my head onto the headboard as I stuffed the pillow under my back deeper.
I felt like I was forgetting something, but I... couldn't remember.
I stared into the dimly lit room, lashes lowering in annoyance. "This is baloney."
But I just slipped from my bed and stepped over to the bathroom, looking at myself in my mirror before I sighed and stared into my eyes.
My father called me a child, but...
I kinda was.
"Just a little," I stuck my tongue at myself in the mirror.
I was bored, though... what was I going to do? There was nothing to do... just sleep...
Which was boring, ugh.
But I finally stepped out from my bathroom, adjusting my night dress down before I gazed up.
I immediately stopped.
He stood there... at my window, the man I saw earlier today.
I remained in place, throat constricting.
But not from fear. Never from fear.
The man in the mask.
How did he get in here? Could he climb castle walls?
I should ask him about that later... but he never really talked. He was always quiet, staring at me.
Did the wicked witch tear out his vocal cords?
What was I talking about? She was a myth.
But not a lot of stuff was a myth.
Like him; the man in the black mask... a lava-like glow streaming through those stitches on the plastic.
I stood there, clasping my hands together in front of me.
He remained quiet.
I just tipped my head to the side. "Have you come to spend the night again?"
He tipped his head to the side with me, not responding.
I knew he was, though. Every time he showed here at night he wouldn't leave until morning.
He'd been doing this for weeks now.
"I asked father for a bigger bed for you," I said then, and he straightened his head, watching me. "If you're interested, of course." I smiled. "You don't have to sleep on the floor, you know."
He still remained quiet.
See? Never talked, but I knew he could hear because he always understood me.
I just stepped over to the bed, slipping in and shuffling over to the right side. I then gazed up at him. "You can get in now. I'm not afraid of you."
