Entwined

I walk through the door and throw my bag on the couch. There is nothing as comforting as the warmth you get from returning home after a busy day.

Especially when you live alone.

I take a deep breath and stiffen.

I am not alone.

He always had a nice smell.

The perfect perfume that announced his presence.

Choking the freedom out of me.

“Maria.” I hear him call.

He always had a nice voice.

A voice that could draw you in with its luxurious accent.

A voice that had whispered beautiful enchantments in my ears.

A voice I thought I had buried.

Obviously not.

I feel the familiar, primal fear arise within. A fear I had to live with every day I had been with him.

“Thank God I found you. I’ve been losing my mind.” He stands up, walks towards me and holds my hands in his.

The gun I always carry with me is in my bag. There’s no way I can wrestle myself free from him.

He always had such strong arms.

Arms that had wrapped around me in perfect security.

A secure prison.

“What do you want?”

He looks down. “I told you that we will always be together. I’m here to prove it to you”

“Are you going to kill me?” I whisper.

He looks horrified. “Kill you? What, do you think I’m crazy”

I look at him. My eyes hold all the answers he needs.

He smiles.

He had always had a nice smile.

Perfect teeth shining through an even perfect grin.

A smile that made you trust him completely.

A smile that could stop your heart.

“Quite the opposite, Maria." His smile widens. "Quite the opposite”

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