Morning light filters through the windows. It slices through the blinds, warm on my cheek. It feels too soft, too gentle for the storm inside my head. Damn, I actually slept with an annoying bastard beside me. Wait…WHAT THE FUCK!

  His leg is fucking on top of me while his hands are tangled in my hair. When did he get this close? I push him off me, causing him to stir but this man sleeps like a panda. Of course that isn’t enough to wake him up.

  I untangle myself from him and get up, thankfully, he remembered to remove my boundary of makeup before getting close. He knew what he was doing, didn’t he? He came closer…when I was defenceless. It was a choice, not a mistake.

  You know what confuses me? I’m a very light sleeper yet, I didn’t even feel when he got close to me. The worst part? I slept well…

  Better than most nights…because I was in his arms…

  looking at the time I notice, that its already nine. Shit, we need to reach his dad’s place by ten. I look back at Riven, who’s still sleeping as if he didn’t just piss me off so bad. Genuinely speaking, he looks almost…peaceful in his sleep, as if he hasn’t both seen and done the worst things. But in this world of ours, there is no room for pity…only a slight but noticeable understanding between us…and that’s enough

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  My heart is beating loud enough that I’m pretty sure Riven just might be able to hear it. Now, after a night of consoling Riven…I myself am scared. No, scratch that — I’m petrified..

  Off-topic but looks like Riven was quite the rich kid, wasn’t he? No wonder he can afford the treatment at one of the country’s biggest asylums. We get out of the taxi standing in front of what seems like a decent house—and today, I uncover the secrets it hides. We make our way through the garden in front of the house. Standing at the porch…he rings the bell. His hands are slightly trembling

  Of course he is scared. He is much more scared than me because it’s his dad after all. But the bastard is too stubborn to show it. The door creaks open, revealing a young man and he looks shocked or rather, scared on seeing Riven. He doesn’t ask about me though. Probably doesn’t want any trouble on his side. Greeting his with a slightly quivering voice, he lets us in. The house is…well thought of I could say. The walls are an off-white shade with chandeliers having intricate designs hanging off the ceiling. There’s something unsettling about how perfect it looks. I still don’t see anyone. Curiosity gets the better of me and I ask “where’s your dad?” At the question, he tenses up slightly but replies nevertheless “He is most probably in his room.”

  “Are you going to meet him?”

  “Yes, that’s why I came here in the first place.”

  “What’s the point, he doesn’t even talk to you?”

  That has him snapping his head to look at me. Eyes blazing with something similar to anger but not exactly that.

  Shit…wrong thing to say…

  He wants to say something—he wants to say a lot. Right now, he looks every bit of the crazy person he is. A slight thing can make him snap, and fuck, I’m scared. I’m scared of the psycho. Because I would be stupid to not fear someone so terrifying. He could kill me right now, dispose of my body and no one would fucking know. But…fortunately for me, he doesn’t. He looks front again and I release a breath which I didn’t even know I was holding. Damn, I think I almost died. But that’s what being with a villain means doesn’t it?

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  Embracing the danger and embracing everything that comes with it.

  What will happen if I fall in love with one?

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  “Dad?”

  He calls out to a man who is ignoring our very presence. Mine, not completely but for Riven he isn’t even acknowledging his own son is in the room. He has his back turned to us. Instead of the crazy psycho he is, he sounds like a small kid, calling for help, calling for his own dad…but unfortunately, not all stories have happy endings, do they?

  Riven, the person whom I have never seen displaying much emotion, might just break right now. After all, everyone has a breaking point, And I think this might be his.

  Not able to stand the tense silence anymore I interfere “Sir, excuse me?”

  At my words he surprisingly turns towards us. His eyes fall on his son for a fraction second. I wouldn’t have had even noticed it if I wasn’t looking at him straight in the eyes. The facial similarities between him and Riven is unsettlingly familiar. For some reason, his father looks equally as psychotic as him. For Christ’s sake the fuck am I thinking? Gathering myself, I speak in a barely steady voice “Sir, Riven here came to pay you a visit in the memory of his late mother. I believe its her death anniversary.” My voice is slow, measure, cautious as if I don’t want to shatter the fragile peace between his father and me.

  He looks me in the eyes, his gaze is intense, brooding…and so much similar to Riven’s. Grey, stormy.

  “He finally remembered he had a dad? After taking away the woman I love? After not meeting me for five years, he just magically appears, hoping he is worth even a bit of my attention. News flash he isn’t.”

  His dad speaks of him in third person, as if Riven isn’t even here.

  I look to my side, at Riven, his barely holding his tears. I bet he wants to drop to his knees right now, beg his dad for forgiveness, beg him for connection, for comfort. He wont of course. Listening to his dad’s words, even I felt a piece of me break away. I can’t even begin to imagine what Riven’s feeling. The silence stretches, taut and suffocating. The air feels heavy, like it’s about to shatter. Then, without looking at Riven, his father finally speaks. “I don’t have a son.” Five words. Quiet. Measured. A clear dismissal.

  For a moment, Riven doesn’t breathe, nor does he move or blink. Instead, he exhales, low and shaky as if trying to stifle his own scream. His silence is scarier that the fact that he has killed twenty-four people. Silence is his way of coping with shit when everything burns. Without saying another word, he turns on his heel and walks out of the room, his fists clenched so hard that I half believe blood will start dripping out of them. Giving his father a respectful nod, I follow Riven stepping out of the room. Before this trip of ours, I could see hope in his eyes, it was small, minute even but it was there…but after this encounter, I don’t see it. He tried to make things right but failed. And now…he has lost all hope. That’s what hurts the most…