„If I could be an Angel, then I'll choose to be a Demon: so, I'll have enough power to punish this world"

I'm running. My breath is interrupted, my heart is beating like a mad bird in my chest as if it is trying to make a hole through which to escape and fly away, and my hands and my feet are trembling while I am trying to get to the Lakeshore, seen in the distance.

That place is so far and so close at the same time, and a dizzy feeling of vertigo spins in my head and in my stomach, and I feel that I want to vomit. But even so, I can't force myself to stop and breathe. And it feels so hopeless.

Betrayal, madness, and loneliness are the words that blow my mind right now and I'm feeling that I'm losing myself, more and more, and this happens not because I have to leave this house, where I spent almost all my life, not because I have to leave all I know and I dreamt about behind me, but because I feel that someone like me, who loved so many others, who always dreamt to see others happy, has been betrayed in the end, used and thrown away like a dirty old cloth used for washing the floor. Damn comparison, but damn, it is so precise. And... I tripped.

The stump of an old weed forced me to stop, in the end, highlighting more than normal the fact that I was feeling like a nobody at that moment.

„A bad luck, huh?" I heard the voice of a man as if coming from the Heavens and, from the corner of my eye only, I saw his outstretched hand toward me.

„Someone is trying to help me?” I thought. „What a surprise!". Finally, I found that strength to look up and I saw him: beautiful like an Angel, but with the halo of a Demon: black eyes, black hair, and a black suit as a completion of that drawing, I was seeing in front of me.

„Will we stay like this for long?" His tenor voice made me shudder from top to toe, and it brought me back to reality.

„No, sir, I just ..."

„…trying to see for how long a man can stay and wait to help a lady, isn't it?" He said while beautifully smiling.

And...Oh, God, that smile could kill even Angels if they were somewhere in this world, and he called me „lady": me, an unripe girl, who barely can be called a young girl, whose chest is still like blooming roses and skinny like a ghost. But I am probably somebody, in his fantasy, some strange butterfly that soon will become a beauty and he will probably feel honored to be the first who discovered me. And damn, I'm still talking nonsense in my mind while staring like a dumb at his charming smile.

Perfect lips: red and medium size, but enough to wake up some dream not only in the young girl's mind but also in each woman's heart. And definitely, every woman on this Planet will be always ready to leave herself seduced by those tasty lips and by those black demon eyes in which you definitely could lose yourself – completely and without the possibility to recover yourself again of their charm.

Above those eyes: two bushy and large eyebrows, and black long eyelashes, which perfectly combine with the thick avid of those big eyes.

He's a man about 30, not very tall, but also not short to be called a short person. The body of an athlete: probably he used to practice some sport or maybe he doesn't like to eat so much or...

„What are you thinking of?" he asked while we were both sitting on the only bench on the river shore, glancing at the sunset that colors the horizon in red. And I thought: „If I were older, I could have probably said that it was my first date with someone worthy enough to receive all the love I kept in my heart in all these years since I was born, but I've never had the opportunity to share it with somebody.”

„May I dream about the future?" I slammed the words, like whatever.

He smiled again, an indication that my awkward thoughts were something innocent to him, something that could make his heart, at least, for a short moment, feel the power of a teenager's love, a love meant to be his.

„You can, but I still think that you should dream about happiness instead."

„But is there any happiness still left in this world?"

„Definitely, and if we meet each other again and if you are old enough to understand it, I'll show you what happiness means. Good evening, Elisabeth! How are things?"

I could notice Beth's silhouette behind me only after he addressed those words to her. But my curiosity and amazement were about Beth's behavior: her face and her ears were red like a flowering poppy, and she was stuttering something unheard while continuing to bow in front of the stranger. Finally, I was able to catch six words:

„I'm fine, mister Beneath. Thank you!"

The man named by my friend, mister Beneath, stood up ready to leave. Then, he again smiled while saying: „I'm very pleased that I meet you here, Miss Stonebridge. I hope that our next meeting will be in less tense circumstances."

He stretched his hand toward me once again and he had to wait for a few moments more till Beth slapped my shoulder to make me react. Then, clumsy, I shook his hand while feeling as if I was burning all and, till I realized what's wrong with this body, docile till now, mister Beneath was already a few ten meters away from us.

„He's so handsome," Beth mumbled while staring behind him.

And she was right. Now I understood that he was probably that kind of man that awakes feelings in the girls'chests only with his simple presence in this world.

„Let's go, Miss Stonebridge. The destiny is waiting for you," Beth said while taking a few steps away, heading toward the gray brick house, seen in the distance. And even if her talk was something weird to me, for she was saying those words in a strange way, I didn't find it unnatural because she never talked to me politely, even though she's younger than me by nearly half a year. And this probably is a kind of effect of all these years we've spent together because we met when we were 7, and we never separated, till now.

And, to be honest, I also never treated her like a servant and, maybe because of this, we've felt this strong connection between us since we met each other. And... how not to like this kind and sweet person? How can I have treated her like a servant when I consider her a sister? But even so, I still consider some of her acts as being weird, at least for me: her strange manner of clinging to each person who smiles at her, in a nice way or says a good word to her – exactly what I've always tried to do, but in the end, I was always caught in some weird stories in my head.

Like now, trapped inside of this vertigo that is dragging me inside him, ready to dissipate me as if I had never existed.