This is what it feels like when you’re standing at the edge of the world and defiantly roaring “fuck you” into the abyss.
Fuck you to perfection, and expectations.
And I realize I’ve never seenanyoneso naked and without armor before.
I’m not just looking at Yelena De Luca being really fucking angry.
I’m looking at her baring her fuckingsoul.
And it’s literally the most beautiful, captivating thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
Yelena tilts her head back and looks up at the night sky again. Her arms drop, her eyes closing like she’s reached nirvana.
And then she steps back onto solid ground. Her hands run through her hair and she takes another slow, steadying breath.
I watch, spellbound, as she slips her mask back into place.
She breathes in and out deeply, then turns and disappears, like this was all a vision I dreamed up.
But it wasn’t.
And now I’m fixated.
I’ve never felt like this, ever.
When I get back to the table I sit quietly, trying to process what I just witnessed.
I pick up my phone and immediately text Kyla “Not interested. Delete this number” before I block hers.
Then I start to dig.
It starts as these things have started so often before.
Aninterest.
Afascination.
But then I keep digging. I push deeper, peeling back more layers. And when I peer into the darker shadows of this girl, I gradually realize that this is no ordinary fascination.
This is a reflection of myself that I’ve never seen in another person.
And once I’ve seen that, I know there’s no going back.
No distance I won’t go.
No shadow I won’t look into.
No barrier I won’t breach, no line I won’t cross, no method I won’t use, until I know more about Yelena De Luca than she knows about herself.
Every secret. Every dream. Every fantasy, memory, and thought.
You’re so much like me.
You’re like nothing I’ve ever come across before.
And there’s no getting away now, Yelena.
Be seeing you soon…