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Niko chuckled before leaving us with one last comment, “Well, I’ll leave you two.”
Elijah
She looked at me with eyes full of understanding.
Tears and love burning in her amber eyes.
10.
She loved me. MyLittle Nightmareloved me.
And she knew about that night. She knew about everything, about my obsession more clearly, and she wanted to protect me.
I had to fully grasp the depth of our relationship.
Yesterday, my heart almost exploded, witnessing her pain. I needed to be alone, to evacuate this frustration. But I lied to myself more than anything. I loved that woman, and she was the only thing that kept me alive.
I never knew this kind of protection. I lost it with my mother’s death years ago. It felt strange to realize that she was not just healing the Elijah standing before her but also the 12-year-old Elijah who cried next to his fathers body and dead mother’s picture.
It doesn’t hurt as much as it did remembering my mother’s life, now that I have Zanae. I can look at the star necklace and smile without feeling empty.
She’s healing me in a way I didn’t even know I was hurt in the first place. She helps the little boy I see when I close my eyes and remember where I come from. She helps him by bringing a love he never had the chance to receive, attention he never had time to experience, and, above all, she gives him hope that it will get better.
Even if he feels alone, monstrous, and compelled to build a wall around his heart, he will meet this woman who will demolish that barrier and introduce him to a plethora of experiences. She will show him a rainbow of colors when he only sees life in black and red, make him laugh and smile when he thought he couldn’t.
She’ll show him amber vividly, not just in his dreams.
This angel with long ebony hair will help him understand that he wasn’t sick for not feeling anything, but that with her he could feel everything.
My dreamy Little Nightmare.
She looked at me with those haunting eyes. Her beautiful face, her long hair brushing against my arms, and I felt guilty for scolding her yesterday.
I trace the lines of her face gently, before speaking up, “You obsess me, Zanae, to a point where seeing you in the slightest pain makes me feel your pain multiplied with a lot of fucking anger,” I brush her lips slightly and continue, “I’m sorry for losing my temper yesterday, but when I saw what you did yesterday for me, it was overwhelming. I don’t want you to be in this condition, especially not for me.”
She offers me her beautiful smile, tears still streaming down her face, her little dimple popping from her right cheek. “You deserve the care and attention you unconditionally shower upon me every day. You deserve to feel that you can rest by my side and feel the reassurance you bring me rather than this escalating paranoia about my safety. I’m so deeply in love with you that I’m afraid someone might snatch you away from me just as I’ve barely found you. I’m always ready to kill for you and die for you.”
My woman is beautiful. She’s clueless about the insanity she provokes in me, a fire ready to explode and consume everything that isn’t her.
Maybe, after all, I’m the Devil. And she’s not an angel; she’s a dark one, my Lilith.
Deadly, scarred, shattered, and ready to avenge herself and get rid of those demons who haunt her past.
Ready to kill for love, forme.
My gorgeous love, so broken, so many pieces of her, I was so lucky to have them all to myself.
“I seeyou, Zanae. In all your glory, in all your misery, in all your despair. And I feel like the luckiest man alive to have so many beautiful pieces of you to keep safe and make them shine more than they already do.”
Large enchanting amber eyes soften, searching for deliverance in my gaze. “Elijah…” her sweet voice whispers asif it was just a simple breath. My name sounded like oxygen coming from that mouth.
“Listen to me. Let me love you, fiercely, dangerously, but let me loveyou, because saving you is saving me,Milaya.”
“You’re the one saving me.”
My love. Isn’t she the sweetest? Lethal and adorable.
I reach out, my hand almost trembling, brushing lightly against her lips, then her cheekbone, and that delicate jaw of hers.
