Prologue

Author: XxArtemisxX

Editor: lady sovereign

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,

That's alright because I like the way it hurts.

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,

That's alright because I love the way you lie.

He stood there, watching. Motionless. An inscrutable expression etched across his features. As naïve as I was, I had tried to call for him when I saw his silhouette step out of the shadows. I had hoped that he's save me.

My mind was in shock from waking up suspended in mid air in an empty room with no doors, no windows, just a floor-to-ceiling glass in front of me that stretch on both sides. Beyond it was the person responsible for my current situation, watching, probably celebrating his success of his deceit. And thoughtless as I was, I actually expected him to come rescue me. I realized soon, when he just stood there, that he wouldn't help.

I was confused. Why was he just standing there? Why wasn't he doing anything? Didn't he care? Didn't he care just a little bit? But his unblinking eyes just watched me, his gaze unwavering.

I couldn't gather anything from his expression. Slowly, painfully, realization dawned. I tried to fight it, fight the truth and the pain that it brought with it. I didn't want to believe.

A cold tear trickled down my cheek, another followed.

But he just kept watching. It was like he didn't have a heart, he didn't have feelings, emotions. It was like he was hollow inside. I was hurting, so bad. But he couldn't feel a thing, didn't feel thing.

It had all been a lie. Each word, each smile, all a perfect, flawless lie. And I believed it. I believed it all. I still held on to it, I still believed it.

Even his uncaring, cold eyes as they stared at me, couldn't change that.

I hadn't known when I first met him what he was. I had no idea. Maybe it was because of that that I believed. But now that I knew the truth about him, why couldn't I make myself understand. Why couldn't I be as him, uncaring, emotionless? Why couldn't I stop caring? It wasn't worth it, why couldn't understand that?

Because I loved him.

The answer came without a moment's hesitation. More pain followed it as I tried to close my eyes, in a desperate effort to block out his image, standing in front of me, staring with heartless, frozen eyes. But the image stayed as it was, he stayed as he was; insensitive, unemotional.

I shouldn't. I knew that I shouldn't loved him. I couldn't. It didn't matter to him what I felt. He didn't feel anything. Because he was just another one of them, just another liar.

Just another trickster.