The end.

  It's so close to me.

  I can feel it with my fingertips.

  His coldness is biting my cheeks like its eating some kind of a candy, and the sound that comes out of him is making me wanting to puke.

  Like some kind of a beast.

  His eyes are hunting me in my dreams, like he wants me to know that he is here.

  That he is watching me.

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  Waiting for me.

  Calling me with his voice, so he can cut my skin and drink my soul with his big, black claws.

  Watching him, I have a feeling like someone is pulling my hands with the chains, while I'm walking on the silk full of thorns.

  His shadow has clung to my body.

  His presence is one moment here, one moment there.

  His voice is so soft and sweet making me wanting to indulge to that mysterious melody.