Bothersome thoughts

He pulls away before any of us can fall prey to our urges. We were so close, I could taste his breath on my lips and I wanted nothing more but for him to lean down further and claim mine. He didn’t though. He might have been the first man to ever turn something like this down. An opportunity for intimacy was rarely turned down, and yet, he pulled away and walked off, towards the couch, where he seemed to fall down like a marble statue.He seemed tired. He - Something inside my mind clicks. I didn’t even know his name! This stranger took me in, tended to my wounds and I did not even ask for a name?! Where were my manners!? But the silence that has set over the room seemed impossible to break, as I remained in my bed, watching the back of the couch. I can’t see him. But I know he is there. I can’t hear him breathe. He doesn’t move either. It’s like I'm all alone in this room, but I am certain I am not. There is a strange tension in the air, and despite knowing he is awake, I can’t brin

Introduction

Long before dawn comes creeping, I manage to fall prey to tiredness and I fall asleep, crawled by the fire, on the large sofa. I have pulled the blanket all the way here along with most of the pillows and made myself a comfortable nest. A dreamless sleep that proved to be restless and more or less useless at this point. Fatigue has gripped both my body and my mind and I wake up dizzy and uneasy. The room is silent and by the way the coals look, the fire has gone out long ago. But I was not feeling cold yet. As I crawl out of the bed and make my way to the windows, I'm not surprised to find the sky completely Grey, with thick clouds covering and hiding the sun that's not eager to show its face just yet. The landscape is hurdled under a thick coat of snow and the clouds are still shedding big and fluffy snowflakes. By the looks of it, the room I am in is quite high above the ground and I can't help but try to open the window.But the mechanism is so old and hasn't been opened in long e

The kind,handsome stranger named Lazarus

Despite the calm and collected way, almost laid back, he talks to me, I still feel like I am being preyed upon. Hunted and closely monitored by the same man who was sitting not even two feet away from me.But despite this, the feeling of it was not as scary as it should have been. I wanted to draw him out and play. It was like a strange affiliation the prey has upon its predator. To tease and taunt, to show that it knew it was being hunted.“That’s right-“ I realize I was not as forgetful as I thought I was. He was simply rude enough to not introduce himself at all. “I never got to introduce myself either… yet, you know who I am…” While I know I should be bothered about it, I’m not. Actually, I feel a bit special. Special enough that someone looked at me and decided I was worthy enough to know from a distance. That I was not some backstory character in my own life.“You got to introduce yourself long ago.” He speaks in such an ominous way that I feel a sliver of a threat in his voice

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Bothersome thoughts

Introduction

The kind,handsome stranger named Lazarus