Haunting-Adeline

He nods his head slowly, his eyes fli ng across my face in
contempla on. He takes a step back, leaving me bere and cold.
It feels like a black shroud encasing the sun on a hot summer day—just a
sudden, bone-chilling cold.
He grabs my hand and pulls me away from the mirror. He spins me un l
I’m looking at the countless reflec ons that surround us, echoing our
image from every angle.
I watch him through the mirror. He presses his body back into mine, his
warmth soaking into my pores once more. My eyes se le on one mirror,
our eyes clashing through the glass.
Slowly, he bends down un l his mouth is right at my ear, his eyes never
straying from mine.
“You want to know why I love the house of mirrors?” he murmurs in my
ear, elici ng sparks throughout my nerve endings. His voice is full of dark
promises and dangerous beginnings.
I swallow thickly. “Why?” I whisper.
“Look around you,” he commands so ly. Hesitantly, I pull my eyes away
from his, dragging my gaze across the dozens of mirrors.
“What you’re seeing now is what I see every day. No ma er how far I
run, how hard I try to escape you—you’re everywhere I go. You’re
everything I see. Loving you is like being trapped in a house of mirrors, li le
mouse. And I’ve never felt so at home while being so lost inside you.”
My breath hitches, my eyes snapping back to his.
My heart tripped and fell down a flight of stairs the second the word
'love' came out of his mouth. A word he tossed out so casually, I'm not sure
if it's a confession or not.
"I don't think you know what love is," I whisper.
He grunts with amusement. "I don't think anyone does, baby. Love is an
enigma, and it's redefined every me someone says it."
I frown. All I can feel is disappointment. Not because of what he said,
but because of how fucking easy it was for him to accomplish what he set
out to do.
Just like he wants, a reckless, impulsive feeling consumes me. All I ache
to do is let him have me. So many nights, where he’d sneak into my bed
and take advantage of my weakness—whether the weakness was in my
body or brain—he used that against me me and me again. But he never