The Third Eye (#1)

20. Alexander

//*Grab your tissues*//

The scene unfolds so quickly before me that my brain has to kick into overdrive to process the event.

So, one of my only friends since this whole mess just turned into a fucking enraged demon before my own eyes for some unknown reason.

God this place sucks.

I gawk absentmindedly at the growing ember flames around his figure slowly engulfing his entire body until all that is left is his pure black pupils glaring at me. Being too stunned to react I can barely process the backwards motion of his arm as he gears up for a murderous attack.

    I'm dying a virgin.

    "Sorry Lucifer, it looked you were two were having fun, I wanted to join in."

    C-constance?

    I shake my head side-to-side trying to figure out when she had the time to intervene between Dante and I. She noticeably struggles against Dante's overwhelming force as she uses her telekinesis to hold his flaming hand inches away from her face.

    Why am I always being saved by you?

Why?

Why do you put yourself in this position every time?

"Oi, shut up you creep. When you care about someone..." She look back over her shoulder towards me allowing our eyes to meet before finishing, "Worrying comes along with it."

    My eyes shoot open at her confession. My previous confusion and fear from the situation immediately vanishes as her words dance around inside my brain.

    Y-you care.

    My stomach feels uneasily as my lip unknowingly starts to twitch into a small smile.

    T-this feeling.

    Time seems to freeze as we hold eye contact with each other. Her gray eyes I once found cold and uninviting hold a new look I had never noticed previously. The silver pools of her iris swirl around like a tumultuous storm at sea.

    There is an unspoken beauty about danger.

And in this moment I realize though I have never liked rain nor the color gray, I have never seen a more beautiful chaos than the whirlpool of mystery in her glistening iris.

I want to stay in this moment.

I want everything to stop for just a second.

I want everything nothing more than for everything to disappear and it for it to be just her and I standing here.

For the first time in my life, I think I finally understand what it means to be living instead of merely existing.

This feeling, I've never felt before. I've never been cared for so deeply by another human being before.

This is different.

This is real.

The sound of cracking wakes me up from my blissful daze as I watch Constance's small frame dangling from Dante's hand. She squeals as I stare at the bone obviously jutting out of position from her wrist. In one swift motion Dante hurls her body over his, slamming her into the ground causing another ripple of cracking sounds and I feel my entire body cringe inwardly at the painstaking noise. Constance moans in pain as her body breathes heavily trying to muster energy to move from her spot.