WITCH - ARA

Eight

When death stares at you, all you do is stare back.

Darcy Blaze has been my nightmare during the times I was supposed to dream of being on clouds. I tried to run, tried to hide, tried to escape, but nothing seemed to work. She doesn't even know me, yet she's been chasing me since before she was born. It's as if our souls are tangled with each other, and you would fall flat on your face if you tried to run.

She wasn't even born in the first 13 years of my life, yet still, I was hers. I saw her yesterday at the library, and man, was I struggling to control myself. That was the first time I saw her—the fire in her eyes, that dark brown hair, and that pale face. Her long wavy hair falling below her hips, the way she felt in my arms—it all gave me a boner that I struggled with the whole day, making me lose focus on drawing. But ah, I did imagine her with no dress and drew that instead, prioritizing my desires.

How can you fall in love with someone you've never met? How would you know the name of a person you don't know? I never got answers. I don't mind even if I don't, as long as I get her. She made my nights the worst with her presence in my dreams, and now it's my turn to return the favor.

Someone entered my room. I could easily tell it was Alex, though his name is Alexander Cross. He's a priest and quite younger than me, 27? Yeah. He behaves like he's a grandpa.

"What's up?" I asked. He took a seat on the bed as I twirled my chair to face him, staring at my priest clothes on the hook.

"You still keeping these?" he asked. I mean, they're still nice. Why would I throw them away just because I'm a fallen priest? I nodded.

"Yeah, but they won't be here soon," I said, and he nodded.

"You coming to church tomorrow? There's a special holy mass," he asked. I considered it for a while.

"I'm sure that doesn't sound very bad. Let's see how my schedule looks tomorrow, and I'll let you know," I said as he stood up.

"Great, then. See you," he said, opened the door, and left.

I twirled my chair back to the desk and saw a book in front of me: "Famous Arts By Keith Wolfe."