He loved how the demons in his head gathered around calmly when her thoughts crossed his mind. She had walked right into the darkest corners of his head. They had had unending conversations, snuggled with the black velvet wrapped around them. He loved her cause she became one with his darkness and made it her own.
“This is a hundred year old bungalow madam” said the manager. She had an uncomfortable feeling as she opened the gate. It was like she had seen the place before. She turned around to talk to the manager. He wasn’t there but someone was staring at her intently from inches away. The woman looked exactly like her.
Her thoughts were like a heady cocktail of emotions for him. She overpowered his senses yet he felt in control. She took him high in passion and left him low in despair. He was ecstatic in her presence and unbearably anguished when she was gone. She made him restless, yet she was where he found tranquillity.
She walked to work like everyday. The feeling that some one was watching was stronger than most days. She wrapped her arms around tightly, holding herself together. Just as she looked behind to make sure she was alone, the wind whooshed passed suddenly, playing with her hair, whispering like it had a secret to tell.