THE FINAL TRUTH

Sinners Play as Saints

Marcus blew out the smoke from his cigarette as he overlooked the city lights from the windows of his apartment. The world seemed chaotic and alive, the perfect backdrop to the perfect game he played. He couldn't stop the smirk on his lips as he recalled Esther. When he saw her at the cafe, she was like a single ray of sunlight in a dim room, it was she for whom he kept glancing around when he lifted his eyes from the pages. She seemed innocent, yet the glimmer in her eyes longed for something more, something darker, and he'd fulfill that longing. He could sense it from the very moment she chased after him, the way she was so deeply inversed in a conversation with a total stranger, how she embraced the thrill of the unknown. He found himself drawn to her, like a moth to a flame.

He felt a bit of satisfaction as he recalled how she shared her favorite places with him, how she was so trusting towards a complete situation. She was opening up to him in a way she wouldn't with most, at least not this early. "Sinners playing as saints,"  he thought, he was both; the predator and the prey in their little dance, a dance that he was eager to step into.

Marcus wanted to see how far Esther would go, how much she would reveal. He adored the darkness, and stayed shrouded in secrets and lies, playing the role of a misunderstood genius. But with her, he could play the part of a saint, a man seeking solace in nature, a chance to heal. As he took another drag of his cigarette, he considered his feelings for her. He was drawn to her passion for adventure, but he couldn't help but feel the weight of his darkness pressing against his chest. He wanted to consume her light, cover her with his darkness till she saw the world through his eyes. Would she still trust him then? Or would it shatter their growing bond to pieces? Marcus chuckled to himself, a sound filled with bitterness. He knew he was playing a dangerous game, but it wasn't new to him. He had played this game before, and he's become pretty good at it. After all, it was the very essence of life; walking the edge of the razor between light and dark, embracing the thrill of uncertainty? After all, the world we now know is a result of one's curiosity. He abandoned his morals long ago, and began to find beauty in chaos. The moment where the fine line between right and wrong blurred was one he craved. 

His phone buzzed near the ashtray on the table, interrupting his thoughts. The screen lit up with a message from Esther, a simple offer of meeting up later. Excitement coursed through his vein as Esther stepped closer into his world, inviting the storm behind his charming smile. He quicky typed a response, confirming their plan. This was just the first phase of a twisted journey where he could be both, the villain and the savior. 

Sinners play as saints, he reminded himself, he was ready to take on both roles. He would draw her into his darkness, and who knows, perhaps he might find a part of himself he thought was long lost. The game was on, and he was playing to win.

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