Love story

My Love, a Phantom
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

My Love, a Phantom
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

My Love, a Phantom
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

My Love, a Phantom
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

My Love, a Phantom
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

My Love, a Phantom
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

My Love, a Phantom
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

My Love, a Phantom
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

My Love, a Phantom
him, for I could not let go, he’s forever in
my heart……