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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Did I fall asleep?
I sat up on the bed, wiping my eyes lazily and gazing up.
Only to find the room enclosed in darkness, and the walls filled with lengthy, menacing shadows.
But my eyes shot to the window, where a figure stood; his features slightly illuminated by the moonlight as his black eyes settled on me.
Elias.
"How long have you been standing there?" I asked him.
"A while," he replied in a dark tone. "You look so... different when you sleep."
"You know how creepy it is to watch a girl while she sleeps?" I asked him, smiling a little.
"I've done worse, Alice," his voice was dark, "and you know that."
I just yawned and exhaled, gazing up at him seconds later. "I'm hungry."
He stepped over to the bed. "So am I."
"I'm hungry for food," I told him, "not sex."
"Damn," he said, snapping his fingers.
I giggled, smiling up at him as he sat next to me.
"You sleep a lot," he noticed, lowering his eyes to mine. "Every time I leave you alone... you're asleep again."
I just stared down at his hands that he set on his knees. "I don't usually sleep well, so I sleep during the day."
"Because you're out every night?" he suggested, voice light. "Wow, you have an addiction to murder, don't you?"
I gave him a look, but it didn't seem like he cared.
"Have you ever heard of the story, Sleeping Beauty?" he asked me.
I shook my head.
He just scooted further on my bed and sat against the headboard, raising his arms immediately after and beckoning me over.
I shuffled over to his side and sat against him, setting my head on his shoulder when he patted his sleeve.
I was a good listener.
When I wanted to be.
"Sleeping Beauty is a very famous story," Elias told me, wrapping his arm around my side, "from where I'm from. It takes place in the fourteenth century and is about a girl who was born in a kingdom. The king and queen were very proud and invited fairies to celebrate her birth. Although, there was one fairy that they didn't invite, and she came and cursed her. For when she pricked her finger on a spindle, that she will fall into a deep slumber for a hundred years."
