Grave Yard Addiction
Chapter 1
There was humid mist in the air, a kind of fog that condenses on your face as you walk through it. Whether that makes you cold but refreshing. Sometimes it would make you want to stretch your arms and hope all your worries were lifted off your shoulders as they suddenly lighten. This absurd obsession had only been caused as my beloved mistress had met her end way sooner than I thought.
I continue to wander through the graveyard as the mourning souls try to grab my attention and drag me down to the place I deserve to be.
If only I realized she was innocent and not one of those types. If I knew she was loyal and faithful, then maybe I wouldn't have started my addiction.
After her death, I have only been thinking of being unfaithful to her.
I continued my routine of walking down to the burial ground and I spot the places where my past mistresses have stayed for the past years.
The dimly lit sky acknowledged the cloud that has already begun crawling in.
I could hear footsteps my behind me, I remained calm,
Forthwith a gentle coarse hand had politely grazed my bag.
My initial reaction was to turn back and endeavor an attack but as this thought ran in my head a recognizable voice spoke aloud, I swiftly turned around to see one of my closest reciprocal in total confusion.
He knew my secrets about the many sins I create in this world but for the longest time he has offered me support and I have always appreciated that but I constantly decline it but I admittedly feel that I needed it but this time he didn't ask, sudden hint pondered across me,' maybe he has lost caring for me ', 'or maybe he has escalated my secret