hearing her words , he’s stopped in his tracks – thinking about the first day he’s met her . the night in the grocery store , in the produce section . if anything , he’s such a goddamn good actor that he could get away with anything . of course , this ? her ? she’s DIFFERENT , that’s what haunts him . thing was , she was so PERFECT , because she was more conventional than the others he had . a gulp , as he barely faces her – thinking about the words he can say . “ because , noa . . ” is all he can etch out before he slowly turns to look at her , her beautiful doe eyes ; filled with nothing but hopes & no one can take that away from her .
in the back of steve’s mind , he’s already so CONCENTRATED on his next victim , who would it be ? her friend , mollie ? or some other stranger that he’d sweep off their feet – making them feel SPECIAL ? after all , he has a gift . he’s better than this , than hearing her words , allowing his heart to beat right against his ribcage ; against his chest , humanizing him . that’s not what he wants , not at all . “ because i saw something SPECIAL , something magnificent inside of you , ” & that’s not a lie . from that first night to this – he stills sees something special inside of her . & outside of her , of course . he’s not shying away from the fact that he still wants her FLESH , nonetheless ; he’s going to keep her around for some time . “ you’ve been watching too many romantic comedies , noa . not everything is like that . ” he quips , this sadistic little grin forming onto his face before his hand touches at the door , marking this – a goodbye , until he’s done .
there’s a deep - rooted ache , lingering . . . as if following rapid beat of her heart , pounding against her ribcage. steady features cast upon him , refusing to show any ounce of suffering. feels like perhaps that is the desire he craves , whereas she . . . was genuinely falling for him. a sense of heartache there , for that reason. a sense of betrayal weighs heavy on her heart , and that feeling of hope ? d r i f t s . . . away splicing through the air. she’s always been anything but a optimistic , spending one too many nights out on terrible dates , trying to fake laughter at cheesy pick up lines and trying to dig through surface level conversations to find her person. that’s all anyone could ever want , right ? to be in love. to feel loved. and in moments with him , she was content. like dancing together in her living room . . . time seemed to come to a halt , the time only fleeting by with bursts of laughter and her smile that spread across her whole features. now , that , was the shit they wrote romantic movies about. that’s all she wanted.
here is she now though ,
melting a w a y in a void of hopeless.
. . . . . sulking in REGRET.
trusting him was a mistake , as her brow raises ever so slightly. words seem to slip , falling down a steady black hole into nothing but she sees him moving , sees the chance of her getting out closing in on her. racks brain for anything , trying to come up with questions intriguing enough for him to stay . . . for tight , high walls to come down again. perhaps , a part of her was searching for that steve she met in the grocery store. “ you’re telling me you think i’m magnificent ? ” head tilts , peering up from her spot on the floor towards him. “ i think , actually . . . ” takes moments to form words , a deep gulp proceeding her. “ i think what you do is magnificent , truly. a TALENTED craft , really. wish i could come watch the process and see you in that moment. like . . . really see you. but , i understand. ”