Dark eyes stare back at me. Void of life and emotion. Bottomless pits of death and destruction. A deep, never-ending abyss that I've fallen into in the past few months. Although I never realised just how far I could fall.
His black holes dare me to move. I don't. My feet stay planted on the ground. My eyes remain focused on his. I feel my fear flash across my face. His piercing eyes devour it. A twisted grin spreads across his face.
"I told you not to test me." Thud. Thud. Thud. The sound of his footsteps echoes as he circles me like a hungry hawk stalking his prey. "I warned you." My eyes are paralysed in the spot where his abyss had been. "Did you really think you were safe from me?" My heart races in fear. "That my love could save you?" He stops walking. Black pits stare into my soul. "I don't love you, and you know it. I can only hate you." He whispers the last sentence.
"You didn't hate me the night we met." I whisper back. My thoughts go back to that night. The icy, dark, starless night that changed my life.
I went to an extravagant party at a stranger's house. It was one of those house parties where the only person you know leaves you alone all night. There I was, aimlessly walking around, alone and out of place. It wasn't long before I decided to leave. Gently, I placed my hand on the doorknob of the white, windowless door, but before I could turn it I felt a strong hand on my shoulder.
"Going somewhere?" An accusing voice asked. I whipped round in shock. Obviously I didn't know it then, but I was doomed from the moment our eyes met. There was an electrifying glint in his eyes, like the bad boy everyone wants to be friends with in high school. I knew straight away that I wanted to be more than friends.
"The only person I know here has left me. I don't want to stay here alone."
"Then stay with me. I'm Cole, by the way." He held out his strong hand. I shook it.
We spent the rest of the night talking and dancing along to the booming music. Eventually, when the party ended, he walked me to my car. Without warning, he bent down to capture my lips in his. It was a short, sweet, safe kiss.
It was nothing like how it would be now. I feel the opposite of safe… and he knows it.
"I didn't hate you, because I barely knew you." He brings his face close to mine; only millimetres away. "That night wasn't long enough for me to hate you." I knew he believes that, but it really stings to hear the words from his mouth. He's lied to himself for so long that he truly means what he says. I know he's capable of love, but he's blind to the truth.
"I love you. Why can't you let yourself love me?"
Before I can comprehend what's happening, I'm lying on the old, wooden, splintered floor. I watch in utter horror as he circles round to my head. He crouches down, hovering intimidatingly over me. His furious face blocks my view of the ceiling. "Because love would destroy me."
"Your lack of love will destroy me."
"Exactly," He slowly reaches into his jacket pocket. I know what for before I see the flash of silver. "Love is deadly."
Sorrowful tears trail down my delicate cheeks. "Please learn to love. If not for me then for yourself." I still don't move. If I run, he'll only run after me. My fate was sealed the moment he first spoke to me. I want him to remember my last words, not my last steps. There's been many before me, but I want to be the last one.
A sharp object lightly taps the fragile skin of my neck. "You shouldn't have seen me again after that night."
Smoothly, the sharp tool cuts my skin. "I love you, Cole." I manage to utter four final words before he places he lips on mine for one last kiss. He takes my breath away.