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Kai's words washed over me the next day as I sat in the small corner coffee shop. My head swiveled left and right, taking in my surroundings; all of these people around me acted essentially the same. I suddenly felt different from all of them, not like how I normally did, but more of a knowing something that the general public did not type different.

I finally understand what Kai has been trying to tell me. In this moment, I am enlightened, exposed to the truth. Everyone here is essentially the same. They don't notice anything, they don't say anything, and they don't think anything. These people are merely shells, people who walk the earth blindly without purpose. Soon they will disappear like the melting snow, they all will because they, we, are fleeting beings. This epidemic constantly leads people to their utterly pointless deaths, and yet, its pathogen will never be eradicated. This is a disease called ignorance, a spiritual form of death that people have repeatedly wished upon themselves.

People are blinded by their own selves that they don't see the world around them for what it really is. They have no idea, no insight, that the world that they occupy with their pointless mass is much darker than their minds can comprehend. I almost feel pity for them, for the fact that they do not know what lurks in the shadows, for the fact that they are clueless in the fact that they are not actually at the top of the food chain. Almost.

The fate of a person is usually, ultimately, in his or her own hands. But the tremendous power in realizing the fact that a society is comprised of individuals, and not the other way around, renders people to choose the easier path; a simple, mindless obedience. One would almost feel dumbfounded at how humans, the creatures so competitive and contemplating, would accept such a vapid way of living.

The people residing in this city either strive to preserve their lives or waste them. I live in a city of fatalists, they haven't yet grasped that this world is a different and much darker one than they perceive. Sometimes they don't even know the difference between day and night.

I feel as if my eyes were opened for the first time to take in the world before me. I suddenly felt different from all the others passing me by, suspended in a state of knowing. I felt truly alive for the first time.

My eyes slid over to Kai who sat across the table from me, a steaming cup of black coffee clasped between his large hands. I drank in the sight of him, this being who knew so much and yet gave away so little knowledge. He held decades upon decades of memories and something deep in my soul wanted to know them.

I jumped slightly as his dark eyes suddenly flicked up to meet mine. "So how does it feel to finally understand your enclosed world?"

I shook my head. "I don't know."

A dark eyebrow raised at my obviously unsatisfactory answer. "You don't know how you feel? That's a new one."

I sent a glare his way as his eyes stayed trained on me. "I guess what I mean is that I'm not quite sure how to respond to all of this."

To think that just twelve hours ago he was slamming me into a wall. I found it strange how he could go from aggressive and angry at me to calm and composed in a short amount of time. Bit that's what made him an heir to mystery and appeal. It was the eminant need to know all that he did, to know of his emotions and how he switches between them. That's what made Kai was gorgeous. Real and brutal and gorgeous. His eyes were searing my skin like a fire. Aggressive, they drug me down and down and down until they buried me alive in their endless hazel depths.

"The answer is simple: you're now better than all of those blind and ignorant humans walking around out there," he said, tipping his head towards the people walking by the window outside.

I scoffed. "How cynical."

Kai shrugged with a smirk. "What can I say? It's in my nature."

Rolling my eyes, I turned my gaze to view the world outside of the small coffee shop, avoiding his heated stare. As much as wanted to, I did not turn back to meet his searing gaze as it sent electricity slithering up my skin.

I let out a sigh as I took the people in. He was right, they were all just clueless creatures simply wandering around armed with nothing but a short and boring life. But what made me different from them? Sure I knew about Kai and his existence but what was I supposed to do with that information? My life was just a routine repeated over and over each day like the rest of them. We seemed to pool together in masses that stole our individuality and morphed us into the person walking next to us. We are all tethered together, failing to fight our social nature.

But then there was the other side of the world, the side where it's everyone for themselves and where everyone only fulfills their own selfish needs. The truth about people is that we'd rather spend a day with a hundred faceless, unknown beings than spending a day with a singular, far more interesting one. We believe in having 'options'. We're 'social' people. We're greedy. We want to have everything. But in the end, we're disappointed in everyone and everything because they can only give us what we want for a short amount of time. We're the practical generation who runs by logic alone. We don't know how to find meaning in the simple things anymore. We're too sensible for love and for life itself. Too sensible for our own good.

"What makes me different than them?" The question slipped from between my lips.

"For starters you aren't completely clueless like them," he gestured out the window.

"Yes but is that all?"

He shrugged. "I don't know, I guess we'll just have to wait and find out."

"That's comforting," I replied sarcastically.

"You've changed since we met."

I finally turned my gaze from the window to look at him. "What do you mean?"

His calculating eyes bore into mine, the dark, swirling depths of them captivating. But Kai didn't answer. Instead, he took another sip of his coffee, observing me over the rim of the mug.

I began to stare out the window again, left to my own thoughts.

If this was a light being revealed to me then I was shrouded in the essence of the night. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal had ever dared to dream before. But it's too late to be afraid now because Kai had mercilessly flung me into his world. He forced my gaze to view the bigger picture, to see the world for how it is and not how I imagined it to be all along.

This is no longer a fairytale with a happy ending. I feel all the shadows in the universe multiplied deep under my skin.

I was trapped between two worlds that were completely different, his and mine. He pulled me towards him every time we met and I was slowly abandoning my place with the rest of the people in this city. I was being torn apart little by little.

A storm is coming and I will inevitably be caught in the middle.

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