Her

I read the notes for the thousandth time and kept on reading them over and over again just to convince myself that this is not the reality, that I’m just being delusional, that nothing of this sort ever happened.
I found them while going through old notebooks and magazines up in the attic – but that wasn’t the only horror going on, there was more to it which my mind couldn’t stop picturing and that was the reason I have been awake for 7 days.

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NOTE 1

She was so mesmerizing. Her stature was so small, but attracting. Her nose was like the peak of a mountain –  pointy, yet beautiful. Her lips were like the petals of a flower, so delicate, yet the words that came out of them were so full of love. Her eyes were like the oceans, giving rise to the wild turns of hazel and green in them. Like emeralds set in gold. I was never a believer of love but when i saw her, I knew she was the one.

There was something about the way how the light danced when she would talk. Something about the way I felt when I saw my reflection in her. Something about the way she spoke to me. Something about the way that her stare would make me melt. Something about the way she would kindle love. Something about the way she would make me feel alive. It was something so strong that I couldn’t live without.
I loved her so much but maybe fate had something else in store for us.

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NOTE 2

Her face was stained with tears when I saw her for the last time. I couldn’t bear the tears in her eyes. The eyes that I loved so much. The eyes that would remind me that love makes you do crazy things; unimaginable things. The eyes that never left me, stayed with me all the time, in my memories, photographs, the pocket of my coat that I always wear. 
Only if could find a box as beautiful as her eyes so i can keep them in – with me and safe!

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The girl must have been beautiful when she was alive. Her waist-long golden hair, stained with blood and her face with its hollow eye sockets told about the brutality she endured before her death – two gaping holes on her face where once those beautiful eyes rested.

Clutching the notes in my hand, I looked at the person lying next to me. Deep and sinister in his sleep, he was still a piece of beauty. The gentleness of his face was a stark contrast to the vicious demon hiding within him.

I sat there in utter disbelief and fear wondering what awaits for me next in the future. Having him as my life partner was a beautiful dream but now it’s nothing but just a terrifying nightmare, living in jeopardy – because you can’t expect nothing from a madman, can you?