Someone's Point Of View
I stood by the window, gazing at the moon, a glass of milk in my hand. Sleep was the last thing on my mind. I was too excited, too restless, to see what would unfold after what I had done.
A twisted smile crept across my face, one that didn’t quite belong to someone sane.
The moon looked back at me, too bright, too still, like it knew something. Then, my phone rang.
That was fast. So it reached her already? Impressive.
I glanced at the screen, laughed quietly to myself, and felt a strange joy bloom in my chest.
Without hesitation, I answered the call. I wasn't surprised by the voice that came through.
"What the f**k did you do?!" A furious scream.
I let out a soft chuckle. “What did I do?” I teased, my voice dripping with mock innocence.
"Why the hell would you make a way for her to come back here?! Are you insane?!" She was already losing her temper.
This time, I laughed louder. “What? It’s not like she’s bringing Satan to drag you away.”
"She will bring chaos! That’s the f*****g point!" Her words wiped the smile off my face.
I stared blankly at the moon, my voice turning cold.
“But she will also bring peace,” I said quietly. “I did this for her. That girl, she can tame her.” The line fell into silence.
“But…” She didn’t get to finish.
“I can’t bear seeing her like that again,” I interrupted, my voice steady but hollow. “You know how much I love her, right? I’ll do anything to silence her demons. This was the only way I could think of. Yes, chaos will come when that girl returns, but so will life. I want to see those living eyes again, even if it costs everything.”
Another long silence. Then she spoke again, her voice low and bitter.
“Fine. I’ll change the f*****g plan. But if this ends badly... you’ll die with me.”
She ended the call.
I laughed softly, almost fondly.
“Then I’ll die with you,” I whispered, a grin tugging at my lips.
I set the phone down on the counter, the screen still glowing for a moment before fading to black. The silence in the room grew heavier, like something was watching, listening.
Outside, the wind howled suddenly, sharp and uninvited. The curtains swayed even though the windows were closed. The shadows in the room stretched, clinging to the corners, dancing with the dim light of the moon.
I took a slow sip from the glass, the milk now lukewarm, its taste dull and unimportant. My thoughts were elsewhere. Back with her. Back to the moment I first saw the light fade from her eyes. The moment I swore I’d never let it happen again, that I would protect her.
I moved to the old bookshelf, pulling out a worn folder. Inside were documents, photos, letters, all connected to her, to the girl I had summoned chaos for. The girl I believed could save what was left.
A picture slipped from the file and floated to the ground. I picked it up carefully. It was her.
She was smiling. Innocent. Before everything went wrong. Before blood stained her.
I ran my finger over the image, then placed it on the table beside the glass.
“She’s coming,” I whispered, more to myself than anyone else. “And this time, there is hope.”
For her, for them, I would do anything.
Even if it meant trading my soul for it.
