RALI
Six missed calls.
My heart flinched at every ring.
I tipped the bottle again. Big gulps. Bitter burn. My head ached. My heart hurt. Every fucking thing hurt. Lately it felt like the universe's been chewing me like gum it's already lost the flavor for. Was I being punished? For what?
I kept drinking until the bar thinned to silence around me. Didn't even clock the rest of the people filtering out. I was completely oblivious of my surroundings until I caught the unmistakable scent of him.
I lurched to my feet, stumbling backward so fast my pulse moved into my ears. The devil in black stood in the doorway, night poured into a man. Eyes dark as a shut church, gaze cold as a wintered moon.
He didn't come closer. Just stopped mid-room and watched. Watched me backpedal. Watched my panic bloom at the sight of him. He had to know something was wrong; I hadn't been this afraid of him in a long time.
I turned toward the counter, hoping to speak with the bartender. But I was met with emptiness. I looked back at the bar and really realized that everyone was gone. Right now, we were the only ones here.
No. How did this happen?
Silence stretched thin between us. My anxiety climbed it hand over hand. I tightened my grip on the counter edge until my knuckles hurt.
Still rooted to the spot, he finally spoke: "You haven't been taking my calls."
I took a hard gulp. "Get away from me." The words trembled on their way out of my lips.
He didn't move. His eyes didn't even twitch. The guy was set like a block of ice.
"I—I want to be alone."
A pause, then, "why?"
"I just want to be alone! Can you let me be!?" My voice blew apart mid-sentence, shattering into sobs. One, then another, then a string of them. "You monster. How could you? How could you have been so evil at sixteen!?"
Something changed in his eyes. It was darker, like a door locking from the inside. The kind that screamed recognition and caught.


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