Month: November 2020

The candle gently flickers in the breeze at first, before the winds come down upon it like a violent storm, relentlessly thrusting itself at the small flame. He casts a fevered glace over to her, and then back at the flame. “Do you see now? Do you finally understand it?”

“West was where they told me to head, but I knew it was a trap.” he says as he slowly runs a finger over the rim of the glass, allowing his flesh to drink the cold water into the deep crevasses that twist and turn their way across his flesh.

The knife twists perilously in the air, ever driving downwards, towards the already blood stained rather below it. With exhausted eyes and a reflex long shot, Jarmil watches as the knife digs into the soil, and sucks in his last breath as a powerful hand rests itself upon his shoulder.

“That’s what I mean Damon, you can’t be trusted.” she says with a evil grin upon her face. “I didn’t realise it was a negative.” “You wouldn’t, your kind never do.” “My kind? Are you shoehorning me into a category?” “If I could, I’d shove you in something far finer!”

The blade digs into the flesh, tearing at it like a newborn baby does its mothers teats. He lets out a gargled cry for help, while he helplessly stares into her glee filled eyes. “W-W-Why?” he stammers. “Sometimes there is no way lover, sometimes it is just what it is.”

“So you tell me that now, when we have grow close. Why couldn’t you have said something earlier, like real early. Before I…” “Before you what?” he asks with a bemused smile upon his face. “Before I actually started to like you!” He laughs softly, “So you do like me!”