LYSSOPHOBIA

9 - Wingless Angel

Everyday it feels like I have to remind myself to breath, to allow my lungs to suck in all the air needed to still my heartbeats. But it seems ironic to consider breathing when the air is constantly going in and out from my chest without no reason at all. Though its only a task to be done because the body requires it.

"Okay, I'll just pretend I'm talking to myself. I''m cool with that okay, I'll just walk here and keep blabbing and..."

He doesn't stop talking. He never runs out of words to say.

I stop on my track, pulled out a deep long breathe and draw my sword to his face.

"Can't you shut your mouth?"

He grimace. Tinge of delight sparks in his eyes and I can't help but get annoyed.

"Fine. I'll just walk then."

"You can't follow me either."

Colin scrunch his nose and briefly look at the dark horizon as if asking permission if its even a good idea having this conversation with me.

Conversation? I never had one like that before. The only conversation I know is the nonstop whispering in my head; if that's even considered as 'conversation'.

"I'm certain I'm not following you though. I happen to like walking downtown." His soft curls atop his head is all thrown out by the twilight breeze. He looked like a wingless angel, his features were soften by the luminosity of streetlights. But then again, he's a demon in disguise. 

So do I. Only I don't intend to masked what I truly am.

I swing my sword from the depths of my effort to stab him in the chest but he was quick to dodge it. I move again but I barely landed a fist to his shoulder, however I manage to spin and clawed my boot to his leg which made him lose balance. I thrust my sword to him again but Colin rolled over and I didn't notice he whip his cable to my hand and my sword slip.

I twist my arm as I tug on it before making a turn to give him a side kick.

"Not bad." He slightly whimper.

"You dont know what you're asking for."

I pick up my sword, lunge it toward his neck when he suddenly fly across and the blade scratches on his left eyebrow instead. I was late to realize that he was behind and besiege me with the cable.

"I've been watching all your fights that I get to memorize your attacks." I feel him blow hot air on my nape. "One movement and your body gets limp Layla."

There was something about my name rolling off from his tongue. I wish I knew if it was a threat or an invitation to give in.

"What do you want?"

Although I wasn't in the state of negotaiting, I drive the urge to ask.

He let out an amused laugh and I swear his chest closed to my body sent vibrations on my back.

"I'll let you go but in exchange, take me to your house."

The last thing I would do, even if it kills me, was to invite a stranger into my house. If there's one thing I highly respect in this world, that would be privacy.

"I'd rather die."