He started coming in last week, cold and jerking with every movement; his face wrinkled, and his beard unkempt. He wears a red coat with cotton ball white fur which runs long enough to cover his ankles. A crown atop his light brown hair, shining like a lighthouse at night. His crooked smile grins from ear to ear, and his eyes are small, black and sparkly like little gemstones.
He is the Burger King.
His eyes widen when they fix on mine, but his smile is still there, still cracking his wide-open mouth. I smile back and walk over to him.
My legs are stiff with cold and I am trying to keep my right foot on the ground. My heart thumps as fast as a drum roll, but I do my best to keep walking, for the man has no idea what I'm capable of. I could make his smile turn to tears with a shake of my head. I could take a bite out of his flesh with my bare hands. But that would only make him smile. He is the Burger King. I give him a quick hug and pull away, a little sad that he doesn't notice the difference in me.
He is still warm and soft as I sit in the booth with him, and his smell is sweet and delicious as he leans forward and presses his chin into my neck. His fingers brush along my hair, and I realize that my bangs are a little dirty from when I walked here today, but I'm not sure if he would notice. I take another bite of his greasy fingers, thinking about how they would taste against my tongue. He licks my neck with his dirty tongue, making me shiver and a wave of goosebumps run down my arms. I let out a hiccup, but then he does something wonderful and kisses my mouth. He leans forward to place his warm hands over my eyes, pulling them shut. I sigh as I relax into the kiss, and I lean into his hand, pressing my forehead against his warm palm.
His mouth is softer than I thought, and I can taste peanut butter when he bites my lip. He makes me forget all of the troubles that I've gone through and all of the hurt that I've felt, for now all I can feel is love and happiness. When he pulls away, he's panting, and his face looks much younger than before. His eyes are so dark and the blue from the sky shines in his eyes, but his smile is still there, even when he leans back and looksme in the eyes. I bite my bottom lip as I think about what to do. I want to hold him in my arms and never let him go. I want to feel all of his strength, his power and his warmth. I want to see his hand and feel his touch all over my body. But I don't think I have it in me to hold a man in my arms and watch him die of his wounds.
"Do you want to come home with me?" I ask. I already know the answer, but I don't want to tell him no. He is the Burger King, after all. He thinks about it for a second and a blush rises over his cheeks, but he nods with a smile.
"Yeah, I want that," he says as he leans forward to put his arms around me. He hugs me so tight, I can't breathe and my legs are trembling. I close my eyes and his arms are so strong, but his skin is warm and soft, and it melts away all of the hurt and the anger and the sadness. The warmth sinks into my bones, making me sleepy and sleepy. I want to stay here, in this warm place, with the Burger King. I want to fall asleep forever, but that's when my eyes open, and the Burger King is gone. What?! All of his clothes are gone, even the coat and the crown, and he is naked.
"No!" I scream, standing up. I throw myself on top of him, holding him in my arms.
"Why?" He cries out in my ear as I cry my eyes out. He is the Burger King, and he deserves a happy ending. He is the Burger King, and he deserves to stay here. But there is no more of him left. When I realize that he is gone, I sit there on the floor and I let out another scream. I don't know what to think anymore.