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Without Names
TWTWTW
No one said it would be easy. Why would it be? He was the same as me, a man. An immortal, but a man no less.
It was difficult at first. Wanting him, but having to hide it deep inside me, like a school boy's first wet dream.
I craved compliments from him. Craved his affection. Needed his love. But it wasn't going to be handed to me on a plate. Far from it. I was going to have to earn his respect. His love. And I'd do just about anything, and I do mean anything to earn both.
I had betrayed him and I know how much it must have hurt. If I was him, I'd have hated with all my might. But he forgave me. Why, because he pitied me? Admired my devotion to her? Because I loved her?
Almost from the first night we met, I was attracted to him. This strange, wonderful feeling inside, warming me. Making me feel….special. I was alone, and then there was him.
I'd planned it all along. I'd seduce him with looks, words, gestures. Worm my way into the Hub for my own purposes. Not because I wanted him, but because I wanted to save her. Bring her back to me….make her whole again. That was all I wanted. Once that was achieved, we'd both leave. Get on with our lives. Leave him far behind.
Could I do that? Leave him behind? He had a hold over me. Like a warm hand around my heart, pulling me further in. Making me love him. But it was oh, so easy to love him. Those blue eyes. That stunning smile. Who wouldn't want to melt into his arms and be loved in return. I craved his love. That's why it was so easy to fall into his bed. To do whatever he wanted me to do. To let him do whatever he wanted to me.
When he found her, I could see the look of hurt and betrayal in those beautiful, blue eyes. The realisation that I had used him to my own end. He'd been played, by a twenty three year old. This man of over 150, being used. I thought he would kill me, but he didn't.
It took time for the wounds to heal. For the scares to fade and for us to become intimate again. But it was like we had never been apart. I prayed we never would again.
I loved this man. This immortal and I think he loved me. Though he never said it, I could feel it when he touched me. In his kiss.
God willing, we'll have many happy years together. If not, I pray God looks after him.
If he ever finds this note on my laptop, I know he'll realize I'm writing about him. It doesn't need names. He knows how I feel about him. I love you, my immortal, my heart, my hero.