Love=Death

Prologue

I was excited, I was giddy, I was ecstatic, I was already bored by this train of thought. I looked across the mall food court to try and study the boy closer. He was sitting there with two friends, both tall and lean, him even more taller and leaner. They had all just bought hot dogs, they seemed about to start a hot dog eating contest. The boy's hot dog was still steaming and it was coated in melted cheese and relish, wrapped neatly in a blue and white striped wrapper.

He had begun to lift his hot dog to his face. I took this chance to look closer at his facial features. Small, thin, pink lips. A small and thin almost elvish nose. Across the bridge of his nose was freckles scattered like stars in the sky. His eyes were a very light brown, nearly hazel. His eyebrows quite thin for a boy but still dark and masculine. At the top was a neat swept to the side mop of chestnut coloured hair. I began to trail my eyes back down his face wanting to memorize each and everything single thing about him.

But when I got to his eyes they widened. His hands came to his throat, he had tried to eat the still extremely hot dog. He stood up, stumbling and gasping. NO, NOT LIKE THIS, HE IS MINE. I ran around people and chairs and tables and finally reached him after spilling at least two drinks, four burgers, and a smoothie. I had made quite a mess actually, but I would make sure to disappear before the after math. I turned him around by his shoulders to see if he was still choking, he was so i moved to his back. I wrapped my slender frame around him, putting my hands in fists and I began to hit below his ribs. It took a good four times until he began breathing again. His face turned from its blue colour to purple, to red, and ended with pink. I let him breath for a second before asking him his name.

"Conor" he said, still panting. "Thank you so much. What's your name?"

I thought for a second, what would it be this time, let's see what the feminine version of Conor?

"Connie." I replied sticking my arm out for a handshake. He obliged and shook hands with me. They were still clammy after his close dance with death.

"I-I dont know h-how to thank you," he stuttered, brushing his hair back to the side.

"No need," I began to turn and walk away praying to every god above he would stop me.

"Wait, can i give you my phone number and if you ever need anything you can call me? That's fair right?" he began to pull his phone out of his pocket.

I grinned and began to turn back around, "Okay, if you're comfortable with that"

I got his number and told him i had to go before he could ask for mine. Yes there had been a bump in the road with the hot dog choking but it ended up working perfectly.

I really was doing God's work.