Radha - Drowning in Her

They call me Storm. I destroy everything I touch. I'm the thunder that shakes the walls and the wind that levels cities. But then there's SHE.

I didn't just want to watch her; I wanted to consume her.

I've spent my life as the predator, never the prey. I tracked her like a scent on the wind, mapping her life until I knew the rhythm of her heartbeat better than my own. I thought I was the hunter, circling a deer in the woods. But when she finally looked at me-truly looked at me-the trap snapped shut. I didn't catch her. She lured me into a cage of her own making, and now I'd kill anyone who tried to set me free. I'm a hurricane caught in a glass jar, and she's the only one holding the lid.

She thinks I'm a saint because I make her laugh. She doesn't see that my jaw aches from the effort of smiling-a muscle I only use for her. She feels safe in my arms, never realizing she's leaning against a loaded gun. She doesn't see the way people faces go pale when I walk into a room, or how the air leaves their lungs when I look their way. I am not 'good.' I am a nightmare that learned how to hum a lullaby. I've never smiled at another human being in my life, and I never will. Everyone else gets the Storm; only she gets the sun. And I'll kill anyone who dares to tell her the difference.