i met a vampire through a series of unpredictable events. and this vampire, i must say. despite being the only one, might actually be the best one.
he wasn't cold, and so i doubted. why aren't you cold?
"because you give me warmth."
are you really a vampire? i ask, and he replies, with his stares that does not let me go. a stare that got me locked not just in his eyes.
but also in his heart.
and so when i was so used to this setting. came in, one cold evening. that for the first time i have felt, my warmth being unable to melt all the shivers and cold sweats i have proven he was a vampire. when he has touched me with his cold hand, cold eyes and his cold heart.
i wait for him in days. i tell him that i miss him in a way that i could. and all i get is a cold wind.
this night, i am thinking the vampire is asleep. though, they never do. it is more comforting than knowing that this vampire is ignoring me. so the vampire is asleep, but (i hope) he has not forgotten a human locked inside his cold, cold heart.