Just a Little Bit of Magic

When I look at him I see goodness. I see a boy who's eyes light up when he smiles. I see a boy who takes care of little Lillian, and never regrets sacrificing his own needs to do so. I see a boy who when he looks at me, there is curiosity always behind those bright eyes of his. When I touch him it is another feeling. I feel the darkness under his skin and hiding in his soul. I can feel his evil desperately trying to show itself under his cool demeanor. When he touches me, his large hands gliding over my body, it gives me goosebumps. It gives me a feeling of dread, nervousness, and self-loathing. I feel self-loathing because secretly, although I try not to, I love it. He is dangerous, and he scares me, but he excites me. I want to be with him every waking minute, but I know I need to get away. I need to not let him succeed in what he came to do. I need to escape from the boy that I cannot live without.