𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 | 𝟏𝟖+

Prologue

Have you ever felt the longing for someone you could admire? For something, not to look down at, but up to?

You haven't?

Fortunately, for me yes.

Being admired by someone is always flattering. These certain people fall into a specific thinking pattern that almost leads them to obsession and constant thought.

Leading it to more of a, desire than admiration. My deepest desire is for her to be mine. That's all.

I feel like Lucifer.

One of the lines he said in the show. 'The best thing to do is always to follow your greatest desire.'

'Desire shouldn't be contained, it's unnatural.'

Like sin is a sickness of the spirit characterized by the pursuit of unnatural desires outside of natural moral boundaries.

The starry sky above me and the moral code within me fill my thoughts with ever new and increasing appreciation and amazement the more often and steadfastly we reflect on them. I don't look for them or speculate about them as if they were shrouded obscurities or extravagances beyond my vision's horizon. I see them in front of me and quickly connect them to my awareness of my own existence.

It's impossible to avoid the notion that individuals frequently employ erroneous yardsticks, that they seek power, success, and fortune for themselves and admire them in others and that they underestimate what is of true value in life.

"How are you feeling?" The therapist asked.

"Never been better." I smirked mischievously.

"Do you feel emotionally and physically safe?"

"I don't know, you tell me." I said, seemingly uninterested.

"That's not an answer."

"That's not a question."

"Ms. De Rossi. I don't like repeating myself."

"And I don't like talking about myself."

"Ano pa'ng purpose kung nandito ka sa iyong therapy session?"

"I don't know, you tell me, ikaw ang therapist dito." With a loud sigh, the therapist rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Let's change the question. Are you comfortable with this place? Do you feel safe in this place?"

"How should I know? I haven't explored this shit yet."

"I see this place made you more confident, huh?" With an amuse look, I leaned forward.

"You know what would make me happy other than being confident, hmm?"

"Tell me what's on your mind."

"You, in my bed." The therapist was taken aback at my bluntness.

"This is not a s*x therapy, Ms. De Rossi."

"Well, do you want it to be?" I asked looking delighted.

"You always have a talent to have a smart comeback, huh? Especially words coming from your mouth."

"I'm more talented when my mouth is buried under you." The therapist narrowed her eyes at me.

With no hesitation, the therapist smashed her lips with mine.