they go back to his apartment
so he can make tea
and she can dry her hair
it's small inside but
it looks rich
he must work somewhere prestigious
he hands her dry clothes and points to the bathroom
the air is thick inside
and the clothes are too big but warm
afterwards they sit on a leather sofa with mugs of tea
he won't look her in the eye
thank you for coming
he says
she drinks and doesn't answer right away
she won't answer
not until he looks her in the eye
and when he does it's like a murder of ravens have taken flight in her soul
those eyes
she wants to write about them
her fingers are aching for a pen
dark cloudy ink and crisp white paper
she wants to capture his soul
thank you for calling
she says
and they both smile behind their eyes
because
is she smiles at him
she won't stop
YOU ARE READING
a writer and a serial killer ✔
RomanceA writer searching for belonging and a serial killer in the midst of a murder spree collide under the most unlikely circumstances. Now they must face their demons or face their own destruction. ©2018 squishylilyoongi
