Kiss

(you are a girl)

Nine long years have passed since you lost Kiss. ​​His tattoos, those endless patterns on his skin, his luxurious, perpetually disheveled hair—all of it remained only in memories. Those red eyes that once burned with determination and tenderness haunted you in nightmares.

The car accident didn't just break the car, it broke you. His embrace, rough but so familiar and safe, became a ghostly sensation. Somewhere deep inside, a tiny spark of hope flickered that he would return.

Today you couldn't stand the stuffiness of the apartment and went to the beach. You bought a box of sliced ​​fruit and sat on the sand. The sea was rough, gray waves crashing onto the shore with a roar. You looked into the distance and finally decided to go.

You had already stood up, shaking the sand off your clothes, when suddenly you caught movement out of the corner of your eye. Your heart skipped a beat, and then began pounding wildly somewhere in your throat. Familiar long hair, blowing in the wind. And most importantly - the eyes. Those same red ones. But there was no love or determination in them. Only a scorched emptiness and such inhuman pain.

a voice you hadn't heard for almost ten years, hoarse and broken, cut through the frightening silence:

• "Well, hello, darling... I'm back... come meet me... "

"your actions?"