Do you know how you make me feel? Can you even imagine the sorrow I feel deep inside my soul? It's the pain… the burning pain that is killing me inside. It burns with cold flames. Those flames you might think I can control, but which are shattering me as they would do with thin, weak paper. Your coldness. It's always in your eyes, freezing. Every time I look at your indifferent, expressionless eyes, I can feel these flames turning my being to ashes.
I always thought I could manipulate any kind of fire, no matter how wild or uncontrollable it could be. And I always could, until I met you. Now I can't control the flames that burn inside me every time you get closer, neither can I control the fire which may melt your frozen heart.
Why can't you get out of my mind? Why won't these flames stop killing me? Why did it have to be you? From all the people who may provoke these feelings in my heart, it had to be you. You. Your image is always haunting me. You are even in my most secret dreams, turning them into nightmares. I always go to sleep thinking of you, and, in my dreams, you're with me; and when I start feeling so happy to know we are finally together, you look at me with those empty, frozen eyes. Then all falls apart.
When I wake up in the midst of the dark night, soaked in cold sweat, I realize I'm alone. And I shiver at the time I remember my nightmare, which is always the same: you, aiming a pistol at me, looking at me now with contemptuous decision. Then I become the hunted. Hunted by your gun, and hunted by your cold yet attractive look.
Now I know. I finally realized all my nightmares were going to become true. I'll soon have to face you, I'll have to face the harsh reality. You always wanted to get rid of me. You never liked my presence at all. I have always been, and I'll always be, just another witch for you. And all the witches must be hunted.
And here I am, lying on a couch, waiting for the fatal, ill-fated moment when you'll finally end my existence. The moment when you will finish my life without knowing the hopeful, yet painful, fervent feeling my heart has given shelter to since the very first time we met. And your image is still haunting me, torturing me, tearing me up.
Forgetting is not easy. Even though I wish I could forget that terrifying image of you, decided to hunt me, I know I would lose one half of my very being. I don't want to erase your image from my mind, even if it means I'll have to surrender in the presence of my hunter someday.
And now, Master has just told me you are a reliable man.
He has told me you would never betray a friend. And, somehow, that has relieved me a little; now I feel better. Now I know I have to trust you, because I love you; because I can't get rid of this feeling, in spite of the fear. Because I know you've got a reason for everything you do, and if you decided that you don't want me there by your side anymore, you would have got some good reason. Yes… from now on, I will never distrust you again. My dear hunter…
¡Hola a todo el mundo de nuevo!
Hi everybody again! I hope you had liked this. I thought of it and I wanted to write it. But it was the most difficult one I have ever tried to write. I looked for a big, heavy dictionary I have at home, where I found some words I couldn't translate mentally. I'm sorry that the real feeling I wanted to express here isn't very clear, for it's still difficult for me to express it in English.
In spite of this, I hope you understand and let me know if you could .
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