𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐈 | michael kaiser

prologue

NOW PLAYING —— wicked games,
chris isaak.

"the world was on fire, and
no one could save me but you."

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐓 supposed to meet him. He just so happened to be there, in that moment, at that specific place. You told yourself this continuously, hoping to etch this illusion into the screen of your brain, and yet you were still aware of the opportunities the red string of fate had to offer.

That fateful day in June, you were destined to cross paths with the womaniser. You prayed to the Lord above to turn back time. If only you hadn't gone to that party, if only you walked away, if only you resisted. You began to think you weren't particularly a favourite of whoever placed your presence on this corrupt world.

You sat on the balcony edge of your apartment, breathing in the cutting air of the aggressive December winter. Reminiscing was a normal occurrence for you, although it felt like a rusted dagger, drenched in intimidating blood being extracted from your heart.

You cursed your meeting with the male, it had become a routine for you. But you couldn't help it, he marked you like a starving predator, and left when he was satisfied with the destruction he had casted upon you. He was a malevolent force, positioned to rage infernos into the lives of others.

Albeit, he was an amazing experience, in the end all he really did was tarnish your very being, layer by layer, until you were delicate essence, making its course through life, seemingly untouched. You felt like a spectre, casted away, not given a glance to. Nobody payed any mind. It was almost as if you were a transparent entity, floating around the earthy soil, grasping at its last remnants.

He clawed at your heart like a desperate animal, eager to inflict damage, and when he was successful, the wound oozed vermillion, raunchily spilling out onto velvety walls. The contract with the devil was sealed. The deed was done. The dirty deed he had committed would be scarred on your heart forever, serving as a reminder to not let the stitch open anew.

Your eyes threatened to well up with sour tears, ruminating the event with a dejected smile on your face. He had mentally destroyed you, ripping you off your dignity, your chastity. He drove you at a mile no person could ever have possibly done. A concoction started to brew up inside of you, an emotion you had no idea could exist in your adolescent body.

Anger.

Your body began to twitch vigorously, likened to that of a chemical reaction. Your fists clenched so tight, your palms began to lose their colour. Eyebrows creased in overbearing frustration as you began to knead the small wrinkle forming on your forehead.

You had never felt such affliction, agony, suffering. You never did want to feel it, however it seemed as though the moon's light was reluctant to shine on you tonight. You moved off the edge and into fetal position, your arms hugging your legs to shield yourself from the world's evil.

You knew the waterworks would come sooner or later, you just wished it wasn't now. You was valiant, belligerent in your beliefs, your firm ground could have never be shook by his measly existence. Despite all that, small cracks began to form, rupturing and curving in. You could say he "broke" you. Mentally, that is.

Some may say that these two lovers were complete and polar opposites, but don't they say opposites attract? You were both venomous, yet one was a callous serpent, and the other, an exuberant flower.

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