Rogue In My Possession
My body was suddenly on high alert. I straightened up, but still struggling to
stay on focus. It had been years since I felt this sickening feeling. I know
this so well-the emotions of the old me trying to appear but couldn't break the
barrier enveloping my once fragile heart.
It was a presence so overwhelming I felt suffocated. Maybe the whole world stopped
I couldn't even hear my heartbeat. I tried to breathe. Just a glimpse perhaps
to treat my lone soul. Just a glimpse to see death draw to me. I stood silently
and slowly turned around. Yes, yes, there he was... the monster in shape of a
man, in his menacing stance and devil-may-care persona. There was more to him
than pure dominance.
This very man had shattered my heart long ago that it took a toll on me. He owned
me; that danger and darkness personified.
My heart had grieved from immeasurable pain. It had a scar I could never erase; it
had a sad memory I could never forget.
As if sensing someone, he turned to stare at me. I should be terrified. I should
be alarmed. But what I felt was fear, fear of this strange longing in me with just
that simple gaze.
(Please excuse the grammar)