I Am But One Romane & Geschichten

Thank you. #one_love

he murmurs at the height of his passion. I'm seeing the pain, seeing the pleasure Nobody but you, 'body but me, 'body but us.

It was a whisper, but it echoed through my skull. I spun around, no one there. “Who said that?” I yelled. No response. Okay. I was losing it. Had to be. I started walking again. Then came the voice again: “IT IS NOT JUST YOU THEY SEEK TO BREAK, BUT THE ONES WHO TETHER YOU TO LIFE.” A shiver ran down my spine. I looked around again. Nothing. “Who are you?” I whispered, heart pounding. “THEY WILL FALL, ONE BY ONE.” “Come out and talk to me!”

I don’t even care for myself. For at that moment, I am not me. I am not a girl, nor am I a being. But I am part of something greater than myself. I belong to the moon and the night, drowning in the darkness... “Wake up, forgotten one,” Suddenly, the witch’s chiming voice rings within my skull, “Don’t let the moon and the stars claim you, or else you would not be able to return. Follow my voice and I will show you what you are. Follow my voice.”

As one. And the world outside could scream all it wanted. It wouldn’t change a thing. Not anymore. 🩸

A premonition rose in my chest. "System," I called out in my mind, my voice still steady. "Run a body scan." The system's response came back in panic. "Seraphine, this is bad. It's a high-concentration hallucinogen mixed with aphrodisiac compounds!" It was just as I had expected. A wave of nausea soon hit me. "You promised me when you sent me here," I said coldly to the system, "that there would be no danger to my life. So what, am I just supposed to sit here and take whatever happens next?"

That would mean that I am one of them. I will never be one of them. My blood isn't pure. I am Mustafin because I am of his. I belong to him—Efrem Mustafin. Without him, I am X. Without him, I am nothing. I am Mustafin because he owns me.

“Do not leave me again.” Her chest tightened painfully. Her mind screamed at her to decide. To move. To do something. But her body refused. Frozen again. Just like before. The presence behind her spoke one last time. Soft. Final. “You only get one truth.” Isabella’s vision blurred. Her heart slammed against her ribs. One step forward. One breath. One choice. Again. And this time She understood exactly what it meant. The calm version leaned closer. Right beside her ear. And whispered “If you pick her again…”

I can't face them, I'm terrified. I hear footsteps stomping and I jerk my head up. I stare at the wall and let the tears fall down my cheeks. They're here. They found me. I'm dead. I hear a loud buzzing echo around me and I know it's over. It's hard to see, the only thing I can see is a bright light. What is happening! I want to go home.

What lay ahead, was a path with bouquet of flowers on every side. Lighting went up on every side, suddenly, it felt like I was in paradise. I didn't know how to react until music started playing in the background. I recognized the lyrics of the song so well. I've been looking for the one I've been searching for. Since I met you girl, I have see proverbs 31. The song was titled, “ The one ” by a Nigerian gospel singer, Festizie. Though it was sung in broken English, it still felt very appetizing.