A Kind Of Love

If there was one word to describe this still dark Sunday morning among a bird or two chirping—Different. It was different because he told her beautiful truths yet was still hiding ugly lies he never wanted her to discover.

How beautiful yet scary this creature of a lynx seemed before him. Sound asleep through soft snores unperturbed by the world, her petite body fit snugly into his arms as if they were made just for her body to mold into.

He trailed a finger along Prisana's slender waist and her small neck, marveling in the fact that she was all his. Every inch of her to touch, was all his sole sight to behold. He sighed.

The beast wasn't sure if the lynx knew what she was getting into. Rather, he would protect her at all costs until he could shed all truths to light.

What remained was the truths and the deal with the devil.