It's been quite a few months since we moved in. It's also been quite a few months since I first saw that fiery orange hair and beautiful face for the first time, and oh, was it love at first sight!
Since then, I kept falling for him more and more. On my sleepless nights, I watched him for hours, listened to his breathing it was all so beautiful, everything about him. I knew I wanted to belong to him forever. I was committed to him and I wanted something to remind me of this.
He had a nice folding-knife that he usually kept on top of his nightstand, so one night I took a chance while he went to shower and nicked it.
Of course when he asked if I'd seen it somewhere, I acted totally clueless. He went out drinking that night, so I took my chance again. I locked the door and turned off all the lights. The room was still light enough to see what I was doing from all the lights outside. I took off my shirt and folded it nicely, leaving it on my bed.
I carefully crawled on top of Vyvyan's bed. The blanket was crumpled up to the wall, the sheet was all wrinkly. He had lain on his bed for a bit before leaving and I swear to God, I could still feel his warmth against my naked skin. I buried my face into the pillow just like he usually did when he slept. It smelled like hair gel, cigarettes, alcohol and sweat, and it was the most perfect smell I ever felt. It was just like him. I gently rubbed my body against his bedsheet before turning to my back. I looked up at the ceiling and smiled. I was covered in his smell, I was closer to him than I ever had been before, and this made me really happy.
I must not forget why I'm here, I thought, and I took his knife out of my pocket. I opened it up and gazed at it for a moment. I took a deep breath and took a stronger hold of the knife, pushed the blade against the skin of my chest I started carving. I careved letters. I did it slowly and tried to do it the best I could.
V-Y-V-Y-A-N
There was no turning back from now on. I belonged to him and he belonged to me. Nothing could ever change that. No, nothing will ever change it. He's part of me now, and he always will be.
My wounds bled for quite a while and I stayed in his bed until it stopped. I closed the knife, not even bothering to wipe the blade off. I put it back on his nightstand and took one last sniff of the air that smelled just like him before going back to my bed and dressing back up.
I've never been this happy before. I've never been so close to him, and with all these happy thoughts I fell asleep, just to dream about him.