Veiled Reflections

Chapter II

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♫ Have you no idea that you're in deep?

I dreamt about you nearly every night this week

How many secrets can you keep?  ♫

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Amidst swirling chaos, an ally emerges, a guise unknown,

Fiery essence ignites, an ominous genesis is sown.

Bound on a journey, destined for a tragic bend,

In the dance of fate, the lines between enemy and ally blend.

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That night I found myself knocking on his door. I told myself it was the result of my curious mind, but the truth was much more unsettling. I didn't want to be alone that night. I knew my nightmares wouldn't be kind to me. They don't let me sleep most nights and I felt, after what occurred today, that they would be significantly worse.

For what I have gone through and for what I will go through, I allowed myself to crack open today, and regret has yet to make an appearance. I allowed myself to crumble in the face of the past, and the one person I never wanted to reveal my true state to watched me slip. 

His reaction will stay with me for as long as I walk this earth: unfiltered concern with no judgment in sight. Those green orbs, a mix of darkness and light, didn't laugh or judge my lack of strength. Instead, they assured me that I was okay. But even the most talented liars can't hide the truth when faced with someone so accustomed to deceit, whose entire life is built on deceptive words. I'm also aware of the truth, knowing damn well I'm far from being okay. 

Although, in this world, who is truly fine, my dear Xander? What pure souls do you know of who sleep soundly at night?

Although, the way he said the lie made me want to believe him. I wanted to believe him so badly, but my gut told me otherwise.

This dangerous man had a way with his words. Regardless of the circumstances, he always knew how to sound eloquently convincing. It was both a gift and a curse to those around him. 

His voice possessed the seductive power to whisper untruths, caressing your doubts and soothing them with assurances of your well-being, just as it did today. Yet, at other times, it transformed into a sensuous instrument, weaving sinful promises of paradise and ecstasy, as though he were a deity incarnate, tempting you with every mellifluous word.

However, the undeniable truth remains that his words are drenched in deceit, and if you opt to believe him, the responsibility lies solely with you.

Therefore I can't bring myself to decide whether I made a wise or poor decision. What I am certain of in this moment is that I am not inclined to revisit the day that altered my life, both for the better and for the worse. 

My nights are steeped in endless conversations with inner voices that offer no solace. Nightmares maintain a chilling grip on me, casting their shadows throughout the day. Even beneath the brightest sun, they linger, haunting my every step. They persist, unwavering, no matter how far I wander or how desperately I try to elude them. There's no escape. These tormentors are even more unsettling than those of my childhood. They continue to murmur, even when I'm wide awake. 'You are a monster,' they repeat. What's truly disheartening is my unwavering acceptance of their relentless refrain, my response always being the same, 'I know.'