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“No” I spoke adamantly, raising my arms in what might have been a request to stop, or a weak plea for mercy.
“No?” She asked.
“I’m not doing this with you,” I said, walking away until I could stare at the mirror that showed no sign of her reflection on the bed.
“Not doing what exactly?” She spoke, moving the curtain as if to see me better while also signaling she was still there even if I refused to see her.
“I’m not talking about my emotions with you,” I say clearly, looking instead at my own reflection, the dark blue nightdress highlighting the blush of my cheekbones.
“You seem upset by the idea, why is that?” She said thoughtfully, and I spun around to retort.
“Because you… ohhhh you’re good. I see what you’re trying to do and it won’t work!” I had the odd impulse to stomp my foot like a child, perhaps I was losing my sanity along with my confidence.
“Why?” she said leaning against the bed frame with a challenging smirk that made me see red.
“Because I’m tired!” I said, spinning around to avoid the rising need to close the distance between us.
“Tired of what?” she exclaimed as if the idea of my being tired was preposterous. It boiled my blood.
“Of you! And all your…” I shouted, gesturing wildly at the mirror as if it could capture her impossibly confusing and frustrating presence.
“Did I do something to upset you?” she asked quietly.
“No! And it’s pissing me off!!” I yelled back, not caring if it made sense or not.
“So… just to be sure I understand, you’re angry because I haven’t made you angry?” She said, a touch of amusement coloring her tone.
“Yes! No! I just… Could you quit it with the mind games for two minutes??” I was close to screaming now.
“I’m the one playing mind games?”
“Obviously!”
“How? By offering you shelter? Food? Clothes? Companionship? By caring for your wounds, giving you space? Letting you train when you ask? Agreeing to bargains that will allow you the ability to know a truth from a lie? Or was it when I healed your foolish, self-inflicted blindness?” She spoke, raising her voice with each debt of kindness I was trying to forget.
“Yes! But no… it’s…” I stumbled, unsure if she was upset and finding the idea made my words harder to grasp.
“Or was it when I made you come so hard you saw stars without even touching you?” Her tone made something in me snap. The words pouring out came straight from my subconscious without any filter at all.
“It’s everything! You’re my worst nightmare come to life!” I screamed, tears falling down my face in anger and embarrassment.
“In what way? Is it that you can’t see past my horns and wings? You can’t bear to see kindness come from a creature like me?” She jumped off the bed and paced toward me.
“Of course not!” I said and stood my ground.
“Why then? Why am I your Nightmare?” she demanded.
“Because you’re nothing like you’re supposed to be!”
“And how was I supposed to be? Easy to kill?!”
“You were supposed to be a monster!”
Her horns and wings sprouted, and she bore her fangs, “Is this not monster enough for you?”
“No! It’s not!” I grabbed my throat which was now hoarse from the tears and emotion. “I wish it was, but it isn’t,” I whispered.
“Why do you sound defeated?” she said, reaching for me. I took a step further, not sure I could handle being touched by her at that moment.
