Seven Months.

"You know Elias... I really don't think I like you as a human being anymore..." My throat breaks internally, reducing my voice to that of a subtle whisper.

"No, Love. You don't. You utterly adore me." He speaks loudly (loud enough to cause an uninvited echo through my hallowed chest) as he flashes a crooked grin in my direction, and I can't stop myself from looking down uneasily. My heart beats in my upper chest, and I can't help the abrupt realization that perhaps he 'enjoys' making people squirm, he 'adores' forcing his theories and concepts on people to make them feel incompetent and uneasy.

Perhaps that's why he remains to stay in this town where he believes he is God; perhaps that's why he remains to keep a molding grip on me where he knows I am nothing but a naïve little girl who cannot defy him.

"In fact.." Hee whispers, suddenly grabbing the edge of my chin gently, forcing my perhaps-too-pale face towards him "I have another theory. A much better one than referring to you as a mere cheap imitation.. A brilliant theory... That maybe you fancy me in more than one way... And that maybe you are the One."

"The One?"

"Of course, my Darling." He smiles softly as his eyes light up with a hopeful and daring beam.

'You're mad...' I stare him straight in the eyes.

"The One I want to be present with me at the time I rule this madness... At the time I slit every innocent child and guilty man's throat... At the time I kill this God forsaken president... At the time everyone will refer to me as their 'God'."