Mirrors

The beginning of the end - Part II

Three months later...

The little moments we could share made me the happiest man (or vampire) on earth. That night when I was holding her, saying such sweet and deep words about her, that was my happines. I wish I could say we are still together, but no.

Léa had someone else in her life... And despite that, I accepted to be hers, to be her partner and to be her lover, her second choice. What could I lose? But right now, I realised that maybe, just maybe I deserved someone better... I didn't care at the moment.

Our love story was unlike the others, it was full with lustful moments, but also, I couldn't avoid the sweetness or that strange feeling that caused sharing your moments and your 'life' with someone else, maybe it wasn't sweetness, for my bad luck... it was love. I fell in love with her, like I mentioned before. I can't help but sigh at the memories, while I put them right here, and sometimes I think this should've been a song instead of a story, or perhaps I could have just kept it for myself, but when the ache is so intense all you can do is letting it out, and as you know, ladies and gentlemen, I have no one else but you, yes, you: The one who's reading my pitiful and sad words.

I clearly remember the first time our souls attached to each other, or at least that's what it meant to me... I'm talking about what you zombies call 'sex' or 'intercourse' cold words to describe the most beautiful moment between two souls wishing to become one. To be honest I was afraid to harm her, to be unable to control my natural impulses of owning and marking my lover in any possible way, so I guess it was a bit harder for me, who knows what she was thinking, I can't tell; I was afraid to be the one to give the first step, six months after we met, I may be a vampire but it doesn't mean I can't be a gentleman. I just can't forget the way we became poetry together, the way her soft moans and caresses filled with warmth my cold and sad world...

I wish that night could have been the end of this story, the happy ending... Happiness is unreal, isn't it? But... sadly, this is not the case. There is no happy ending in this story, at least for me. Three months later, she left me. She said she was a soul I couldn't tame, and to be honest I never tried to, I never wanted to. She left me for someone else; she said what we had... it was not real... She never loved me, she kept me warm just to freeze me again, neglecting me in pure loneliness, and suicidal thoughts, oh yes, and those thoughts are coming back at me.

I'm worthless; I will never deserve a real lover, a pure lover... like my Eve, my guardian angel. I will see you there, I will see you soon.

The End.

WN:

Thank you all so much for Reading my story, it is a bit short, I know... But it has a very deep meaning, at least to me, since I wrote this inspired by an experience I had (it had a sad ending but no one died, no worries). I'll see you all soon!