ENCOUNTER WITH DEATH
It is not my fashion to linger and indulge the dark. Well, sometimes I do find comfort in a minimum lighting, but nowadays I always stuck in my own room with him. Yes, him, the boy with perky curls. The redness of his hair is hypnotizing, cannot keep me away from staring. His golden eyes penetrate me like a blade. The freckles on his face remind me of pixie dust: magical. I lost track of when did he start to own me.
As I realised, that thought immediately brought me to my knee, trembling. I knew I have changed, a lot and a lot. I was horrified beyond words that he might have cuffed my sanity to him without me realizing a single thing. I had been taken down by a hero, irrevocably.
That fear had been keeping me awake all night, and it was not a good situation to be in. I would keep on staring at him who was always sleeping beside me, and it made me more restless. I could have sworn I might just vomit out of frustration. Something is in me, something pulsing, b