Everyone there is shocked as well as afraid after the sudden weather change, but she's probably enjoying this stunt I pulled. Is she okay? Does she have a mental illness? If not ,then why is she enjoying this? No sane person would ever enjoy this kind of thing. I think I'll have to find out for myself whether she's normal or not.
Is she curious to know who I am? She looks at me as if she wants to know who she's looking at. Well, guess what, baby girl? We will be meeting soon.
Every night she reads that book like a holy scripture. I'm familiar with the touch of her fingertips like no one else. She has turned the pages a million times, only reading about me. But why? Shouldn't she hate me for being a villain? How can she pray every night for me to become real? Isn't she aware that I can destroy everything if I want to? Isn't she aware of the destructions I am capable of? She is definitely a foolish woman.
I don't remember much. Just a portal calling my name again and again. It was her voice - I know it, and I can never forget it. It was a voice that was as soft as a feather, but also as strong as a storm. If she wants she can destroy the world, but at the same time she can nurture everything around her. The portal called me again and again, and I entered it, preparing myself for what comes next.
She has called my name so many times, even in her dreams. She never saw me but she worships me every day and night. I know I wasn't real for her at that time, but now I am.
I don't know why she entertains the idea of loving someone like me. No one can ever love me. I know this for sure. But again, let's see if she really wants me now or she'll back off.
Exiting the restaurant, she heads towards her house with another woman – might be her friend. She's still looking at me, curious to know who I might be. A smile tugs at the corner of my lips as I see her desperate attempts to see who I am. She won't be able to see my face, not in this heavy rain pouring down so vigorously, for sure.
She looks beautiful even from afar. She has a beautiful face like an angel - eyes like green meadows, lips like fresh roses, everything so perfect. But I'm definitely not someone who falls for looks alone. I am unsure why I came here. Yet I'm curious - why is she so much in love with someone like me?