Enigma

by RuNyx

To everyone who has ever felt unaccepted and unworthy of being loved: Being alone can feel like an eternal agony. But it is darkest before dawn. One day, your sun too will rise.

Curiosity was her catnip, mystery her narcotic.

“You could bring gods to their knees, you know that?”

“Because I was a man on the path to damnation and I saw salvation instead. Because being near you makes me feel something beyond rage. Because the chaos inside me quietens when I’m near you.” His words were shaking by the end of his sentence, his hands holding her possessively. “You’ve become my muse, little asp.”

“Because life with you feels greater than death. Because you make the artist in me burn with the need to create, make the man in me burn with the need to possess, make the killer in me burn with the need to protect. You make me want to live, Salem. You give me a modicum of peace in a world of chaos. Is that reason enough?”

Salem had always thought nothing could beat death, that nothing could be immortal. She’d been wrong. Love, deep, true love, was immortal.