I focus on one thing and one thing only. That one thing is a temping sensation tugging on the back of my mind, pulling me towards it. I'm determined to find it.
I stand still out in the moving crowd of the busy city. Rain was pouring, I felt the large droplets of water tap on the hood of my dark black cloak. I exhale, it's cold and damp enough to see it.
I let the one thing guide me through the large crowd of people, leading me to its location. I walk slowly, trying to keep concentration. Now that I have a good grasp of the thing, I can somewhat tell what it is. Surprisingly it's an emotion drawing me toward whatever creating it, I think.
I sprint as the thing gets stronger, but I decided to look back momentarily. Knowing myself, I banged into someone, sending me flying back into the group of people behind me.
"Ahhhh!!" I yell out in surprise. I landed on my back, it didn't hurt... It just was surprising. My hood fell back exposing my face, I'd rather not have it like that...
"My apologies, I didn't mean to..." He trailed off. I giggled a little as I attempted to get up. I turned my head and made eye contact, suddenly my giggles faded. He's the one I was looking for.
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I stood still in front of the mirror trying to accept the fact I saw just sometimes. Tears threatened to spill out from my eyes as I looked at my reflection in the mirror.
DEVASTATED and BETRAYED.
Suddenly, the door of the room opened and slammed shut. I looked at his reflection from the mirror and wiped off my tears hurriedly before shoving the card inside one of the drawers, not wanting him to know about it. He came and hugged me from behind resting his chin on my shoulder. Reality dawned upon me and fear crawled up on each and every ounce of my skin.
Sweat buds formed on my forehead and neck as I looked at him staring at me intensely from the mirror. His gaze was filled with desire.
He turned me towards him by holding my waist gently and sealed our lips in a soft and gentle kiss. I closed my eyes trying to hold back my tears which were ready to spill out anytime feeling disgusted with his touch.
At that moment of helplessness, all I was praying to God was 'please god let it be a dream where I'll wake up beside the love of my life, my Rann' but the saddest reality is it's not.
"My Rann is a ruthless killer. He is a Devil with whom I got married."