I am in confusion.
She is just beyond these walls.
Why can't she see me?
Simple, because I don't want to be seen.
And why don't I want to be seen?
That I don't know.
I am hurt seeing her talking to another person.
Another person with a warm, beating heart.
Whilst mine has long been cold and frozen.
She is dangerously attracting.
If I hadn't refrained myself that night I would be sleeping deep in that catacomb.
She is going outside.
Like a predator I follow her stealthily.
She is heading towards the moon.
Weird, there is nothing there but a barren hill with a dying tree.
She stands before the tree and turns around.
"It's okay. You can come out now."
I freeze.
"Yes my dearest Sir, I can sense you nearby."
I come out from the shadows that have cloaked me.
I feel vulnerable, with the pale moonlight shines on me.
"My Sir, dearest Sir, have you not forgotten?"
"Of all the fairest maidens you have you have picked me?"
I don't want this conversation.
"Answer me Sir, why have I attracted you?"
I don't want this conversation.
So I turn my back on her and walk away.
I can hear her footsteps, moving to stop me.
So I leap as far as I can and leave her far behind.
I am so sorry, my dear Lilia.
I don't want you to know that I have feelings for you.
So I will keep on loving you from the shadows.
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