Oooh~… what a delight!
Well, well, look who I have in front of me!
Mmm… what a surprise, an unexpected little treat in the middle of an ordinary day!
You walk as if nothing matters, as if the world belongs to you.
Mmh… elegant, composed, almost indifferent.
Ah, but I see it. I feel it.
The tension in your shoulders, that slightly shorter breath.
No need to turn around, darling… you already know.
You know I'm here.
Behind you.
Hehe~
There's no need for me to come any closer: my presence pricks your skin like an invisible needle.
And then there it is, the moment I've been waiting for so long.
You turn. You look at me. Just for a second. Those eyes I know all too well fall upon mine. And of course, I return the glance, with a playful wink and a small smile curling on my lips.
How many years has it been?
Five? Ten? Hm, maybe less.
What does it matter.
Time, for me, is just a deck of cards to reshuffle whenever I'm bored.
For others, it leaves wrinkles, scars, aches.
But on me, it has no hold.
And on you… oh, on you it has worked beautifully.
You're lovelier.
More… delicious.
Mmh…
It's curious: some faces fade away, vanish like drawings in the sand.
But not yours.
Yours stays carved into me like a cut in the flesh.
I can close my eyes and still see you there, motionless, with that look that couldn't decide whether to burn me or beg me.
Ex.
What a ridiculous word.
Ah, how it amuses me!
"Ex."
As if anything with me could ever really end.
Hihi~ no, no, no.
Nothing ever ends with me.
It transforms. It changes. It becomes a new game.
And I… I adore games…
But I watch you.
Your steps are firm, but I can read the cracks.
A slight stiffness, a shadow of hesitation.
Every little gesture tells me the truth you'd never confess: you're afraid.
Oooh~, how sweet.
You struggle to appear strong, but your body always betrays you.
Your blood races, your hands clench, your eyes lower when they meet mine.
A moment ago you did it — you can't deny it.
Just for a second.
You dared to look at me.
And then, right away, you ran.
What a pity!
Those eyes… oh, those eyes were always my favorite part.
Do you remember?
No?
Oh come on, maybe you do remember!
One night you were laughing.
One night you were crying.
One night you were begging me to let you go.
Or maybe it was me, begging you to stay.
Mh… well, it doesn't matter.
Maybe it's all true, maybe none of it is.
Memory is a toy.
And I choose the version that entertains me the most.
Oh, and that scar on your wrist?
Still there, I see it.
I could swear I kissed it once.
Or that I made it myself.
Oooh~, what a dilemma!
Perhaps both.
Mh, who knows.
Who cares.
What matters is that it's still there — a mark of my passing.
An invisible signature you can't erase.
Do you know what amuses me?
That you walk as if you're free.
As if I'm just a shadow from the past.
Ah, liar!
You've never been free.
Not even now.
Because even if you convince yourself otherwise, I remain… you know where?
In your mind, in your nightmares, in your heart that beats faster.
I remain.
Mh… and so what do I want to do with you now?
Hold you tight?
Kiss you softly?
Break you slowly, until I feel your breath stop?
Oooh~, such a hard choice.
Maybe all of them at once.
Maybe something new I haven't invented yet.
The beauty of the game isn't winning.
No, no, no.
The beauty is not knowing.
It's keeping the cards in your hand without showing them.
It's letting the other tremble, wondering what will happen next.
Oooh~, darling, just look at you!
You pretend to be calm, but every step screams.
Your body sings to me: fear, fear, fear.
And it's a melody I adore.
I could tell you I loved you.
I could tell you I never loved you.
Both would be true.
Both would be lies.
It only depends on which card I decide to show you today.
And now?
Now here I am, behind you, playing the most delightful card of all: waiting.
There's no need for me to come closer right away.
No, that would be far too easy.
Letting you run, letting you think you're safe and then reappearing… oooh~, now that is intriguing.
Doubt is a poison sweeter than any caress.
And I adore sweet poisons.
Oooh~, but this crowd… how annoying!
All these anonymous bodies who don't even know they're acting in a play.
They don't see the show.
They don't see the invisible strings still tying you and me together.
They don't see that this street has become our stage.
Ah, what a mass of fools!
Do you know the difference between me and them? No? Mh, then I'll tell you.
I see you.
I see the tremor of your fingers, the breath that betrays you, the glance that flees.
I see the past weaving into the present.
And you…you see only me!
What sweet irony!
Oooh~, darling, it's not enough to turn your head away.
You can avert your eyes, you can quicken your pace…
But I remain.
Always a step behind.
Always there.
And every time your heart speeds up, I smile.
Because your heart beats to the rhythm I choose.
It was like this then.
It's like this now.
And it will be like this until I grow bored.
Ex.
Ex.
Repeat it as much as you like, darling.
But it's never over.
It never was.
And it never will be.
Because I decide when the game ends.
I, and only I.
And I… haven't decided yet.
Hehe~