16. I Want To Break You

Sitting across from him, she saw how the light perfectly made him glow. How his face looked maturely slick. His chiseled features made females around the globe fall to their feet. His charm and charisma attracted women of different ages, backgrounds, social standings. He was Prince Charming; Mr Perfect.

Confidence. Most people say that he’s boosting with confidence. The stage presence, interviews; him as a whole. She begged to differ. No matter how perfect people made him out to be, he wasn’t. He was human- unlike the theory of what fangirls would like to believe(and one that he pioneered himself) of being 461 years of age.

“Stop smiling like that, you’re pissing me off.” Her statement was to the point, making his grin grow wider. He said sorry, despite that.

She rolled her eyes and smiled. He might be annoying as hell, but he was still a confidant. Her confidant. “Why’d you ask me out tonight?” She asked.

“To talk,” He replied smoothly, “We haven’t talked in a while.”

A very long while. She was too busy having a life- he was too busy looking at her. She picked up something new, something that she thought would make her thrive towards the better and forget the pains. She found someone, a person whom she looked up to, someone she might just be falling for. For now she felt that he was her escape, he was her life.

“How would you feel, if you think that the person you’re after, is after your friend?”

He knew something was up, he could read her like an open book. This was one of the main reasons why he asked her out, because he saw that she was troubled. She rarely shows it- rarely shows how vulnerable she was- to the people around her. Most of the time she’d be the strong one. Someone that one leans on to be a pillar of support. But like all the others, she needs a pillar too.

As her pillar, he knew when to make her, he knew how to break her. And at this point of time he wanted to break her spirits. Break her trust in the person she believed in, break her confidence, what she has for the guy she’s after and turn herself to him. Break her.

“Naturally one would feel discouraged. I’d feel discouraged,” He lifted his index finger, “But that is why I don’t date.”

She chuckled heartily in front of the flame. It was only the two of them, dressed to the nines, in front of the kindle blaze that lit the room dimly yet perfectly showed off their features. It made the both of them feel at ease with themselves, with each other.

“How do you feel about him; have you asked yourself that already?”

“A million and one times. At times I’m confused- that my feelings for him mean nothing and I only regard him as a friend,” She sighed, discontent, “But then in the minute I’d like to think that we were made for each other. Or at least he was made for me.”

He stared at her a few seconds, “I don’t think it’s genuine.”

“What?”

“Your feelings for him,” He stated, “They aren’t as strong as what you’re putting them out to be. Maybe you’re just putting him up as escapism.”

She shrugged, “Maybe.”

“The story doesn’t end there, does it?”

“I don’t know anymore. I wanted to end it a long time ago; what I felt for him. But the feeling keeps creeping back inside. I’m losing faith in him,” This was a sign of his first victory, “I’m losing faith in myself.”

He took her hand in his, cupping it gingerly and caressing lightly, “Never lose faith in yourself, because my faith in you never ends.”

And maybe sometimes she finds herself lost- torn between two people. Because as she looked into the eyes of her companion she found herself wanting, lusting, painfully waiting. And when she looks away she knows that deep down inside, she didn’t crave for what she naturally thought to be the man of her dreams. The person whom she’s made regards for as a someone she has laid her heart to.Maybe the man that’s made out to be with her was right in front of her.

Their faces inched closer, their fingers entwined, his lips on hers, “She’s mine.”

And with that he knew he was a victor. He managed to console her, to win her- He broke her.

16. I Want To Break You

Sitting across from him, she saw how the light perfectly made him glow. How his face looked maturely slick. His chiseled features made females around the globe fall to their feet. His charm and charisma attracted women of different ages, backgrounds, social standings. He was Prince Charming; Mr Perfect.

Confidence. Most people say that he’s boosting with confidence. The stage presence, interviews; him as a whole. She begged to differ. No matter how perfect people made him out to be, he wasn’t. He was human- unlike the theory of what fangirls would like to believe(and one that he pioneered himself) of being 461 years of age.

“Stop smiling like that, you’re pissing me off.” Her statement was to the point, making his grin grow wider. He said sorry, despite that.

She rolled her eyes and smiled. He might be annoying as hell, but he was still a confidant. Her confidant. “Why’d you ask me out tonight?” She asked.

“To talk,” He replied smoothly, “We haven’t talked in a while.”

A very long while. She was too busy having a life- he was too busy looking at her. She picked up something new, something that she thought would make her thrive towards the better and forget the pains. She found someone, a person whom she looked up to, someone she might just be falling for. For now she felt that he was her escape, he was her life.

“How would you feel, if you think that the person you’re after, is after your friend?”

He knew something was up, he could read her like an open book. This was one of the main reasons why he asked her out, because he saw that she was troubled. She rarely shows it- rarely shows how vulnerable she was- to the people around her. Most of the time she’d be the strong one. Someone that one leans on to be a pillar of support. But like all the others, she needs a pillar too.

As her pillar, he knew when to make her, he knew how to break her. And at this point of time he wanted to break her spirits. Break her trust in the person she believed in, break her confidence, what she has for the guy she’s after and turn herself to him. Break her.

“Naturally one would feel discouraged. I’d feel discouraged,” He lifted his index finger, “But that is why I don’t date.”

She chuckled heartily in front of the flame. It was only the two of them, dressed to the nines, in front of the kindle blaze that lit the room dimly yet perfectly showed off their features. It made the both of them feel at ease with themselves, with each other.

“How do you feel about him; have you asked yourself that already?”

“A million and one times. At times I’m confused- that my feelings for him mean nothing and I only regard him as a friend,” She sighed, discontent, “But then in the minute I’d like to think that we were made for each other. Or at least he was made for me.”

He stared at her a few seconds, “I don’t think it’s genuine.”

“What?”

“Your feelings for him,” He stated, “They aren’t as strong as what you’re putting them out to be. Maybe you’re just putting him up as escapism.”

She shrugged, “Maybe.”

“The story doesn’t end there, does it?”

“I don’t know anymore. I wanted to end it a long time ago; what I felt for him. But the feeling keeps creeping back inside. I’m losing faith in him,” This was a sign of his first victory, “I’m losing faith in myself.”

He took her hand in his, cupping it gingerly and caressing lightly, “Never lose faith in yourself, because my faith in you never ends.”

And maybe sometimes she finds herself lost- torn between two people. Because as she looked into the eyes of her companion she found herself wanting, lusting, painfully waiting. And when she looks away she knows that deep down inside, she didn’t crave for what she naturally thought to be the man of her dreams. The person whom she’s made regards for as a someone she has laid her heart to.Maybe the man that’s made out to be with her was right in front of her.

Their faces inched closer, their fingers entwined, his lips on hers, “She’s mine.”

And with that he knew he was a victor. He managed to console her, to win her- He broke her.