Filed to story: Loving You In My Final Days
The chauffer had already opened the door for him to enter. Her voice echoed in the cold garage and he looked over to her.
“What?” he replied without turning to look at her.
Fearlessly, Abigail began walking towards him. She was suddenly high on adrenalin and she felt brave. Her knees had stopped trembling and the fear in her eyes was replaced with something else – resolve.
“Was everything you said true? That you do not do love?” she asked as she stood less than a meter behind him. “Are you really sure you won’t fall for anyone?”
The man finally turned to look at her. His dark gray eyes assessed her with disbelief and then, interest.
“From what I understand, you’re willing to make someone your girlfriend as long as she won’t demand for your love, right?” she asked again.
Silence reigned between them for a moment. The man stared at her through his narrowed eyes. He seemed astonished as if he was looking at a certain unbelievable creature.
“Why are you asking?” his lips now curved up in a wicked, amused smile but his tone was still obviously disbelieving.
“I’m just curious. Is it true?” she answered. She was unbelievably calm.
“So what if it was, and what if it’s not?”
Abigail pressed her lips tight. “If it’s true, how can you be so sure? Do you really believe that you will never fall for anyone? Ever?”
What she got as a response was a low chuckle. The man looked like a devil when he laughed. His laughter didn’t reach his eyes, but somehow, he seemed a bit amused? She wasn’t sure. His expressions were just too tricky for her to figure out.
“Yellow, tell me. What exactly are you trying to say?” he fiddled with the edge of her scarf again, his thin lips still curved up to a dangerous and mischievous smile.
“I… I’m just saying that I don’t think you’ll be an exception. Maybe you just haven’t met that special someone who has an axe to force your heart open.”
“Little Yellow, are you saying you want to try me?”
Looking at his eyes, Abigail fell silent for a moment before she nodded her answer. Her eyes were decisive.
He laughed.
Creasing her brows, Abigail tried to show him how serious she was but when she said she was serious, her intensity seemed to have only made the man more amused.
After he stopped laughing, the man spoke. “Are you perhaps thinking that you could eventually make me fall in love? Too bad, Yellow… Countless women already tried that and besides… I don’t think you are capable of that.” His eyes traveled from her head down to her toes.
“And you heard me correctly, I don’t do love. Never. So don’t waste your brain cells thinking about it.” his voice was smoldering, despite the smile on his face.
But Abigail was unfazed. “How about you try me? I promise, I will not demand for you to love me back.” She promised, even raising her hand like a girl scout, causing the man to laugh again.
“Yellow, you’re such a brave little girl.” His smile faded and a hard edge crept into his voice.
“Please stop calling me Yellow! My name is Abigail. And I’m not a little girl! I’m about to turn twenty-two.”
The man’s expression abruptly shifted once again and he chuckled. His laugh seemed to have some sort of magic as it lingered in her ears. His laughter was unexpectedly so pleasing.
“Indeed, you are one brave little girl, Yellow. Do you know who I am?”
“No.”
“And yet, you’re still here blindly offering yourself?”
She nodded and the man now smirked evilly. He stared at her from her head to toe for the second time as he licked his sexy lips and then he stepped forward. His long, graceful finger lifted her chin.
“Little lamb, let me tell you this. You’re standing before the gates of hell right now. Doing this means ruining your life. Are you ready to step down to hell with me?” his eyes blazed. A warning was burning within it and Abigail knew he was more than serious and that the danger was real.
His intensity made her shudder slightly but his warning wasn’t enough to make her give in. She had never been this brave – or crazy- in her life. She was already imagining lots of things in her head. The possible outcome of this madness she was trying to throw herself into, of course terrified her but… every time she thought about her future, was there anything scarier to her at this point? Wasn’t she looking for something like this? For a man like this?
As the silence dragged on, the man’s lips curved up into a triumphant, mocking smile and his hand landed on her head. He ruffled her hair and leaned in on her.
“Hell is not a good place, at least for a little lamb like you. I’m sure you’re aware of that. Now run away while this demon king is still being nice and calm.” He whispered.
And then, he turned to leave, so casually, as if nothing just happened. But after three steps, the girl stopped him again.
“The hell you’re talking about…” she mumbled, “I… I’d like to see it for myself… Take me there.”
Abigail knew she sounded like a mad woman.
“You’re crazy, Abi,” a whisper in her head told her but the oddest thing was that she didn’t feel it. She was totally sane and completely clearheaded.
This was the most daring thing she had ever done in her life and the most terrifying, too. Yet, she was calmer than ever; more certain about this than anything else.
