Love story

I met him once before, if I can remember correctly. The man stood quietly beside the front entrance of
my family’s estate like a knight guarding a castle. It wasn’t a coincidence that I saw him a second time at
night, so I believed. It wasn’t a coincidence I saw him a third night, which I felt was proven to be the
truth. Yet my family never saw his indistinct shadowy figure cast by the moonlight, he never appeared
when it was a new moon, but he came when the moon would cast its beams of light on the moor. I
almost could see his solemn expression from the window during nights of a full moon. I caressed his
cheek as I stared into his empty eyes, he never smiled, but I liked to think somewhere deep inside he
secretly did. I questioned “Aime?” as he exchanged my display of affection with mysterious gaze, lifting
his ice cold fingertips to my shoulders, he lightly traced my skin with his ever so enticing touch, trailing
his fingers upward until he reached my lips. My face simultaneously turned a red color similar to that of
the red geraniums during the summer. As if by the grace of God, the corners of his lips upturned at that
moment until he was displaying but a small smile, I admired him a painting prided for its artistic
expression, I admired him like I admired the way the sea embraced the earth with its ever so
enlightening salt-filled aroma. His doll-like green eyes, serious expression, and messy black hair had me
enamored, however what had me most entranced were his hands that were large but gentle and his
voice that lulled away all my worries and fears from that day. He was a gift from heaven packed with the
finest joys of life. “Visiting me will only cause you unnecessary trouble” He said, his voice sending chills
up my spine, my heart jumped to the sound of his warm voice, warming my heart until I felt as if I would
burst at any moment’s notice. “I’ll do as I please.” I said, grinning mischievously as I gently tugged at the
hem of his sleeve, the smile on his face disappeared that instant as if I had done something to make it
fade. “Something the matter Aime?” He always seemed so far away, as if he wanted to say something
that greatly bothered him, he instead would shake his head to reassure me that everything was
perfectly fine. It was late that night, possibly close to early morning; the smell of jasmine that only
bloomed at night seemed to be our signature fragrance. Aime had allowed me enough time with him to
tell him about my day and then try to chamber into his embrace, which he hesitantly allowed. At times if
he was in an exceptional mood, he would sneak a kiss on my puckered lips, with cherry chapstick. It was
the night before the new moon, tomorrow would be a day without Aime, a day filled with longing, like
winter waits for spring that waits for summer, it felt as if eternity purposefully kept me apart from him
on nights I couldn’t see him. “Why can’t I ever see you on a new moon? Are you busy that night?” I
questioned, I was currently leaning against his chest as he held me from behind in that embrace that I
couldn’t seem to get off my mind. His touch seemed to linger for days, leaving me with tingling where
his fingertips had touched the previous nights before. I felt him shift so he could rest his chin on my
shoulder; it was a wonder why he never came to steal me away from my family on the night of the new
moon, like a prince that recues his princess. He rescued me from stress of everyday life, every night
without fail, appearing at the gate like a phantom of the night. He breathed out a long and deep sigh for
the fortieth time as his embrace seemed to tighten, “please tell me what’s wrong.”, I pleaded, it was
then that I met his eyes which were a shade of red, Aime’s eyes were amber, I tried to process the
situation, if there was any other possibility, a trick of the moonlight or shadows possibly. It was then I
came to the only conclusion as I realized who the mysterious phantom was, whom I waited diligently for
every night for the past year, the true question was how I not knew he was a demon, maybe I looked
beyond, He had a spark of something inside, far from something demonic. I would have ran but my mind
forced me to halt as I felt his grip tighten, as if his arms were a cage that trapped me in place, “Please

don’t leave me.” He begged, as he buried his face into my shoulder. He breathed in my familiar scent
and how I wished I could do the same, a few strands of his hair fell forward to conceal those wine red
eyes that made me feel completely engrossed, “I can feel your fear Adora.”, he whispered, my breath
hitched as I forced myself to swallow whatever was left of that lump I felt in my throat. I stared into his
eyes, I waved my hand over his chest and recited the mishbo chant under my breath, in my hand was
apart of him, I placed my hand over my heart and there he was trapped forever in my heart. I stayed
trapped in his arms hugging him for dear life, looking past his demonic looks, I shan’t leave him for I am
in love with him for his angelic soul and his love. I felt warmth and comfort, he lifted my chin and wiped
a tear from my eye, and chanted the three words, I’d never thought he’d say….I love you, for in my eyes
he wasn’t a phantom, he was a gift from above, quite an angel I’d say. And there I sat every new moon
embracing him, for I could not let go, he’s forever in my heart……