"Why are you doing this?"
Silence greeted me, echoing in the dark giving a feeling of utter aloneness. I turned to look behind me. There he stood in the corner surrounded by shadows as he always was. He lived in the shadows and I lived in the light. His grey eyes where the only thing that stood out from the darkness. They were filled with some unnamed emotion that I couldn't read. He was casually standing there with one hip propped lazily against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He was the picture of utter beauty with his dark hair and sharp bone structure.
"Why must you haunt me everyday?" I asked with anger evident in my voice.
Again no there was no answer to my question. He just continued to stare at me with those eyes that seemed to look right into the very depths of my soul. He was the only one who could see into the true me. He understood what I was and what I craved. Finally I decided enough was enough. I walked right up to where he stood. We were so close. I could feel the cold radiating off of him. It was a cold unlike any other, it burned everywhere it touched and invaded my body. This was a burn that I was unsure how to get rid of.
"Why," I whisper one final time.
Without answering he slowly lifted his hand and brushed a strand of hair from my face. Without thought I leaned into his touch. I knew I should resist him, but try as I may I couldn't. He was my guilty secret, he is what I craved as I tossed and turned late at night and he knew it. I had tried to rid myself of thoughts of him, but it was impossible. He came in and made his way into my soul like how the night invades the day, creeping in softly at first, but once you look away it is suddenly there and all you can see is darkness. I never had a chance.
Lost in his touch I hadn't realized that he had leaned in close to my ear. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling of him being so close. His lips brushed softly against me as he spoke.
"Because I can."
I inhaled sharply at his words and my eyes flew open. Standing before me was nothing but air and shadows. He was gone again, but I wondered if he was ever really there. Madness started to creep into my mind. I leaned wearily against the wall as I slowly fell to the floor. Tears were streaming down my face. I don't know what is real anymore. The only thing I do know is that the darkness is slowly taking over and I don't know if I can stop it, or if I want to.