Shadows of Desire

The Midnight Visitor

3rd person pov:

Zevie had dozed off fitfully, and tear stains still marked her cheeks as she curled up, her face soft and vulnerable in the dim glow of her bedside lamp. Shadows from the night flickered outside as Eli moved silently through her window, his eyes fixed on her.

Seeing her this way-tear-tracks on her face, her knuckles clawing at the blanket, soft pleading-threw him into a fit of anger. Who did this? Who made this beautiful, vibrant girl look like this? He took one step closer, and his anger curdled into something softer as he reached out and brushed his knuckles lightly against her cheek, rubbing away a remnant of a tear that hadn't quite dried.

Eli pulled out a small notebook from his coat, ripped out a slip of paper, and began to scribble his message in flowing Italian script. His hand was deliberate as he wrote, * "Sei così bella, il mio sole."* The words felt raw, capturing everything he wanted to tell her but could not. He placed the note on her pillow, his fingers brushing over it as if leaving a piece of himself behind.

He reached into his pocket, bringing out a small pendant; an intricately crafted sun that nearly glowed with the faint light in her room. Delicate yet strong, it was this way with her, he thought, reaching out to place it with the note beside his hand in total silence, only a gift, a reminder that she was more than what had happened to her.

He gave her one last glance, his eyes resting on the pendant, then on the note, then on her sleep-lined face. She looked so innocent, and yet fragile, a combination that fueled him more. Those who hurt her would pay.

He stepped back, his boot snagging on the edge of a board, letting out a small creak.

Zevie stirred, opening her heavy eyelids and sitting up in the sleeping position, her heart starting to speed as she quickly came aware of some presence, an energy lingered within the room. She glanced around her and then reached to catch a glimpse of the note placed on her pillow besides her pendant; her breath caught in her throat.

Dazed, she turned toward her window. In a split second, she was frozen. There, just beyond her windowpane stood a pair of dark eyes sharpened by an intensity that peered into her soul. Her heart began to thump as their eyes locked. There was no earthly reason for this sudden attraction; it was all-new, unexplainable yet familiar. She felt the onslaught of fear and curiosity, but could do nothing but gaze at him, helplessly ensnared by his dark glance.

Then, too, he vanished like an apparition as if he had appeared overnight, disappeared into the night with nothing but a piece of paper and the pendant remaining to prove his existence.

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Zevie character is very close to me and I want other girls who feel like that they are not good enough fuckk that there's someone out for you
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