I had to break free from all of this "love" nonsense. By my father’s word, I could never love her. He had trained me for years to become what I am today- A leader. And a leader does not need to feel such emotion. Such emotion would end in failure. Something I had to avoid in order to keep my father’s praise and approval.

 

         It seemed unlikely for me to see her again so soon, but just the thought of a run-in would electrify my heart. I found myself taking a stroll down an empty street, talking to myself about the small things. Walks were an easy way to clear my cluttered thought process. I tend to not want to look ahead in life. Just as I turned the corner, something hit me, not mentally but physically. I realized I had walked into someone, and not just anyone. It was Anahera.

 

         "Oh Ana, hello. I honest to the Devil didn't see you."Overcome with a shaken anxiety, I truly felt as if she thought I was stalking her.

 

         "Fancy meeting you here. What's up?" She was a hell of a lot more friendlier than I remembered. She smiled softly, and retaining her beauty was no challenge. I could sense the light emitting off of her, creating this gentle atmosphere between us. It was with in no doubt of my mind that she was an Angel.

 

         "Nothing much, just been thinking about... Stuff." It wasn't easy for me to keep this excited feeling inside my stomach, I felt as if I were to puke it up every time our eyes met. I could never have anything with her. Hell, if she knew what I was- if she doesn't already... She would most certainly bleed me out!

 

         "Well do you want to join me? I was just walking around trying to clear my head as well." Anahera was calm and inviting. I couldn't help but admire her. She took me by the hand and pulled me along the old cracked sidewalk. I sensed she shared the same feelings as me. We walked for a while, and only our silence remained. I studied her movement- she walked in such a fragile manner. I knew that I could not easily deny these feelings for her- or could I?

 

         "Anahera, I need to talk to you." I demanded. If I wasn't already a nervous wreck, I could be tried as actually being scared shitless.

 

         "I'm here, what's the problem?" I sensed within her speech patterns that she could tell of my current state of mind.

 

         "About last week... I-I never meant anything by it. Okay maybe I did in some sense of the word, but nevertheless- you shouldn't trust me. I am not well." My voice cracked and shattered as I talked. Anahera gave me a puzzled look. Underneath I could see fear leaking out.

 

         "Alright, let me guess, you have some big secret identity that nobody knows. News flash, you are not alone Elliot. She rolled her eyes and gave me a frown. I found this to be in fact quite true. On another note, I did not entirely know either. Who I was, who I am, who I want to be- It's all one big clusterfuck.

 

         "No, Anahera. If you could only see me for who I am- what I am, then you would understand the living meaning of the Devil. The things I have done, the things I have to do. As if you could ever understand. Do you honestly think if I was human- I could have saved you?" I was shaking my head in disgust. My vocals were not fluctuating anymore, more or less mono-toned. I turned my face away in fear of rejection and headed for the cemetery, knowing she would follow me. I wanted to show her the darkness that lied under my skin.

 

         "I would if you would open up and let me see what’s in your heart." I found her jumping in front of me, reaching for my chest. I stepped away just out of contact.

 

         "What heart?" The snarl I let out made her raise a brow. “You want to know the truth Anahera?” I bared my teeth in distress. She needed to know, whatever the consequences would end up to be.

 

         “Yes.” One simple word made me shutter.

 

         “Very well. Follow me.” I took her hand and led her to the place I once called home.