He is perfect. Is it his eyes? His facial features? His skinny body that moves so mesmerizingly? His deep, relaxing voice? You don't understand what pulls you in so deep. You've never even had a word with him, yet you feel the closest to him. His mind must be working in some way to control yours as it's impossible to fall so deep in love with someone you don't even know the name of.
Ever since you laid eyes on him that one night, covered in red---that left you wondering if he's a painter, accidentally spilled his red paint on himself, or that red is the blood of the living---shutting down your mind to ignore the later, he got you wrapped around his little fingers unknowingly. The more times you ran into him, the more you started to open your mind to accept the possibility that the red he had been covered in was blood. But even with that image still perfectly clear in your mind, you still found him as perfect as one can never manage to be.
"He's not a human being," you whisper, your voice being washed away along with the sand by the ocean you're sitting close to. The cold breeze rubs against your bare skin, leaving goosebumps all over your naked body. You love it here. It's your safe place, a ground no one dares to step foot on ever since the big massacre only months ago on this very ground. You like sitting on the sand, taking your clothes off, finally being free and letting the sound of the ocean and the wind take over your mind. Your parents are fighting 24/7. It's a miracle if there's just a moment of silence in that tiny 3 rooms house. Your family isn't so stable financially that the money arguments mostly come down to your unfortunate birth and having to raise you. There's not a tiny bit of love in that house and the only thing keeping you there is the roof over your head. You wish they'd have at least half the love you have for them. Despite the hatred they hold for you, you still believe they're good parents with bad lucks and unfortunate lives.
You're always wondering what it would be like to just drown yourself in the ocean that pushes to reach out for you and returns in defeat. You wonder what it would be like to breathe water when your body is begging for air. That's something you never want to find out, however, the temptation is growing day by day.
It's him that you need. Although, you're convinced, by now, he's in no doubt incapable of providing love to someone so broken when all he does is spill blood for life. That doesn't matter though. You still want him with all his broken and cracked parts. You don't believe you can fix him but you believe you can provide him with the love he most probably craves and never receives.
You don't need him to love you. You just want him to allow you to love him...
___________________
A/N
First chapter done!
What did y'all think??
Hopefully you enjoyed it.
Spoiler: next chapter, they'll talk. Just a tinnie tiny bit :)