Effortless

"The heart in which is stolen and destroyed by longing."

thief

Stories of the night are not so uncommon around those who seek companionship while suffering from loneliness. He is no different – long sought contact and yearning for another keeps him aching and longing. Endlessly, he wonders if his numbered days matter to the world as he wanders down the darkened streets with baggy eyes. Twinkling streetlights and airy laughter from a distance tease him, almost as if they are mocking his inability to keep what he sought for.

How terribly lonely the heart is.

"Excuse me."

She sounds familiar, almost as if she had once called him before. A gentle touch and the warmth of the thing he wished for drives him mad. Blinding and needing this source, he stretches out his arms and pulls them forward into a long embrace.

"Would you like to go somewhere private?"

He agreed without hesitation.

In the darkness, the panting of breaths and calloused hands sliding up silky skin fills his void. He seeks and seeks, reaching a wonderful warmth that accepts and holds him close. Moving faster and faster, the lights flicker and the sounds of chuckling reach his ears.

"We are now one in the truest sense of the word."

This is obsession.

The weeks fly, and he finds himself deviating from his normal thoughts. Lewd, perverse, and unacceptable thoughts of the naked body that accepted his desperate need for contact return night after night. The soft voice – inviting him once again – asks his name.

He answered so innocently, so quickly.

"I see."

Perhaps this ridiculousness needed to be put to an end. Abruptly, the touches grow rougher and the nails dig deeper. In his mind, this thing he finally held close returned these rough gestures with gentle kisses. Twisted fantasies call and beckon, and he enters, exits, and enters again and again. The voice never stops their delicious moaning, their screaming for his name, and her demand for his attention. It's a drug he needed to take every single night.

"This is the night where no one can see us..."

Every day is the same utterance and soft smile.

"Do as you wish in this false reality."

A binding and blind desire.

"Do as you wish, for I belong to you"

On and on, her voice plays like a broken record he sets on repeat as it settles and wavers. She doesn't change demand and always asks for his lips towards the end, causing him to believe she too returned this desire for human contact.