His visage lingering far in a distance, darkness, shading around him, emphasizing his cold face. A scar stretched across his right cheek. Its stitches permanently evident. His flesh that had ripped apart was now tenuously holding together. His soggy, deep, charcoal eyes lowering in their dropping sockets, were dragging their weight with them and drawing all of the attention. His thick eyebrows creased and wrinkles on his forehead dug deep within his pale skin, like dragging a heavy chain in the sand. His large nose had nostrils flaring. His complex was pretty eerie.
He clenched his jaw and cracked his neck, his eyes rolling back in their sockets. Shivers climbed my spine. I tried getting a grip on reality, but this was it. There was no turning back. He had found me.
The ground I bared under me was muddy and my feet were sinking in a bit. He had as much emotion as a rock.
In the moonlight, his skull was revealed with veins and scars tracing their way on his shinning snow colored scalp. He cracked his neck the opposite direction. His eyes still rolling in their sockets , effortlessly. I started biting my lip, staying in place.
He approached me with his long pale arms striding both sides of his slender body. A pitch black cloak enveloped his skinny frame, cutting down below his knees. He wore dark linen pants and combat boots. He continued towards me. I kept my feet intact with the ground.
That’s when the darkness surrounding his visage vanished and the only thing inches from my face was his.
“I guess I’ve found you darling” his voice was sly and he reminded me of a snake.
I swallowed.
“I guess this is it.”
My hard eyes looked at him.
He held out his bony hands, long crooked fingers and yellow chipped fingernails.
“How about we start over darling?” I ignored his lingering hand.
He licked his lips and continued, with suggestive words.
“How about you come back to me? We could pretend that nothing ever happened. That you never ever left my sight.”
He smoothly walked around me, enveloping me with a strong, delusive scent, and I closed my eyes to feel his warm breath on my neck. My belly did a summersault.
“It was only a...mistake” he whispered, pulling a strand of my blonde hair behind my ear. I kept my eyes still closed.
“I’ll forget everything you did, if you just come back to me darling.” He was standing in my face now. I had opened my eyes and forced myself from breaking down in front of him. I had played with fire. With him. And now, I was paying the price. My glinting eyes and frightened expression made him make his way gracefully behind me. My golden hair strands were being fiddled with and wrapped around, his bony white fingers.
“We could be together, forever”
My heart skipped a beat at his last pronunciation and I thrust my body the opposite direction, facing him.
“No”
Hearing my first reply, his eyes narrowed. His jaw tensed. He cracked his neck to the right. To the left. His fists balled up and large veins were visible through his pale forearms, like deep scars on a man’s wrists. I glared at him keeping focused. His nostrils flared and I knew the bull was going to charge.
“I thought you were an angel, darling.” He told me through clenched teeth. “And I thought good things came to those who wait. But, I guess I was wrong. Once more.”
I took a step back, trying not to tremble of fear. I tried my best not to bite my lip. The worst tick to reveal your weakness.
He took a step towards me , aggravated. Bent out of shape.
“I guess you shouldn’t have played with fire darling”
He took another step in front. He licked his lips, with a slithering tongue, and in a flick of a second, I saw his reflection, in his eyes.
I had played fire, with the devil.