Hers

A war is going to be set up. There are many oponents, but I doubt there will be a winner.

Nothing. That’s what I’m seeing here. There’s just nothing. Not even cold winds, not even a warm sun, not even a soft perfume. Some said that our dreams are opened windows thought which we can stare at our souls. Then, what does that mean for me? Am I empty? Maybe my soul’s gone for too long now. Maybe ... no, I feel like I’m dead. I feel like I’ve never been alive. And even now I can’t rest.

After some empty dreams, I woke up silently. Slowly, noises came to me, like if they where saying “Come here, that’s your world”. But there was something else. I got out of the bed and walked to the window. It’s good to live in such highs. From here I can see so many things, and this world seems a little closer. Yeah, closer ...

I always feel that way after a little while. Maybe that’s because of her. There are two cold spot in my neck. Two bloody spots. She came tonight. She came for me. And a tiny tear ran down to my cheek. I’m... relieved she came. She took my blood, and didn’t hurt someone else. I’m the only one who can endure that and survive. But that’s not the point. She hadn’t come for a while, and I was worried about her. The sun is almost there. I can sense it just before it appears. I know she is somewhere, hiding from everyone, even from me. My head resting on the pane, I’m wandering what I should do today. I’m so tired. So tired of living with humans. I wish I could find her. I want to be with her, in that dark and frozen world. I’m pretty sure she knows about my feelings. I can’t say I’m in love. I just ... need her, just like she needs me.

I was going to think about that, and to waste my time standing here, but I remembered I had things to do. After a good shower (a cold and so good one) I got dressed and went to my work place. Being a waiter isn’t the best way to use my special talents, but I don’t want to do something else. Anyway, it‘s a good job. I can observe human beings, and listen to them. My mind is sometimes overwhelmed by their thought, but it keeps me from thinking to her. At least, I can spend my time by not just waiting for her next visit.

That day was special. That day changed everything. Maybe we all needed some change, but now I wish I stayed at home that day. After what happened, I just can’t believe I went on so long. The one who made things changed, he was what you humans called an angel. But he was the one who took all those lives. He was the one who made Hell coming here, in your world.