Excerpt — Lavender Nights Chapter Five Part Two
MARIANNE
In the little time established between the two of us, our trademark seemed to be the slowed concept of time, with each ticking moment unspoken — the dreary silence took over in a fake undertone of politeness. It was hard to speak without walking on eggshells for the sake of not ruining the fragile moment I supposedly created. Even if I knew it’ll be over as soon as I snapped my fingers. I wasn’t one to get attached as whatever got attached to me stuck to me like a demonic entity begging to take a life. Yet somehow deep inside or at the back of my head I knew he wouldn’t be like the others, the vermin that scurried across the world in hopes to poison everything it touched and breathed into. He looked like someone who’d cut you gently almost remorsefully, who sweetened you no matter how bland his words were. But at the right moment he’d stab you where death awaited, and he’d watch you die with a meaningful smile on his face. But you knew for a fact when your eyes would connect the death would be well deserved. Because no, he wouldn’t kill if he didn’t mean it, he just wasn’t the type. Wasn’t like the vermin. He didn’t strike unless need be. Maybe it was because of delusion or the possible perceptiveness to only him — even if I knew him less than anyone. Whether it was dauntingly quiet or tranquil, looking over at him in his senile form, in his shadowing…
