A Moth To A Flame

The skies are dead dark as the thick clouds cover the sparkling stars that normally light up all the deserted alleyways. The somber mood and drizzle of rain make these eerie streets all the better to prowl tonight. But prowl is not the word that shall describe what I shall do.

Father has just called for me. Yet, I know that in my current rage of anger, he would have far more questions that I would like to have answered. So I only but ignore his call and continue to stand of the very door that I have the full intention of knocking.

But then the reality sets in, do I truly wish to hurt Mirabelle in such a way for chasing the monster that I am from her presence. I do wish to believe that it was only the fear of not knowing that made her react in such a way.

Yet, I cannot understand why she would take the very man that called her a whore back. Just the thought of this sets my body raging all over again. I need to get away from here before I burst through this door a