Twenty-one

"You thought I'll be gone away from you for life like for real?"

He didn't know what to say. She seemed glad and like she was enjoying the best of the moment. He was raged but knew that he could never do anything. He was more like a specimen and should begin to admit to that fact. 

He looked at her. She was smiling. He needed no soothsayer to tell him what and how to go about what he was feeling. Her eyes were lit and the smile was so rich. She hadn't just done it from a snare. She had thought of it before doing it. That was some witchery.

He tried not to remember the effect of what she had done to him. The hand she had placed on his forehead. He was trying to pretend that twas no real thought he knew quite well that twas more than real. 

He looked away from her and tried to sort his thoughts and make them into soothing words but that wasn't even good enough for him. He was doomed. He knew that but wasn't going to accept it. Whatever he did accept would become the best of him. Hell was almost let loose. 

"Yes! I wish you were gone."

He said that the best way he could. He looked away from her. He didn't say that looking at her. She was a psychopath and would believe all that she did was the best. He wasn't a fan of such defected belief. He could use several other thoughts which could help brace his instinct. 

The Nymph laughed. As loudly as she could. He looked at her at that moment. He had no choice of course. He was forced. Who would be so strong and carefree not to look at her. There could be but he wasn't that person. 

"You can't possibly go away from me. I'll be wherever you are."

And he would take that as a threat. That was what it seemed like. Nah! That was what it was. She was threatening him and he obviously didn't and wouldn't go easily on threat. He wouldn't take but there was nothing he could do. 

Why would she had said that? What was she feeling like. Like she was the best of them all or she was some lady braced by guts and motives. That sucked eighteen bags of annoyance to him. 

He seemed to be begining to dislike her. He used to like her though but she was acting oddly already. She was beginning to say too much about herself. She was beginning to make herself feel like she couldn't be replaced by anyone whosoever. That was a lie of course and he needed to proof it to her.

His gaze on her seemed to be dictating what his actions should be. He was going easy on himself. The gaze was the essence of what he was going to say. He couldn't say what effect her face was having on him. But he wanted to ignore. He couldn't though, he couldn't. 

"You sounded too sure about that. Are you?"

She frowned that time.  He didn't know what that meant. He didn't care though. He wasn't sure too. He seemed to care but was lying to himself that he didn't. He was acting like a little bit of a faker skin. He had been there before and would figure out how things should go. 

"Don't say that again. What do you know about being sure?"

He was startled. What was she trying to do? Was she making a mountain of a molehill. That was some dipshit of course. He was more than sure about that. 

He had looked away from her in he first place but at that time looked at her again. She meant business. And she felt really hot. Like she wanted to burn the whole room. He would had loved that thought. That was a lie. He wouldn't had. For if she burnt the place, he would had burnt alongside the stuffs.

He didn't know what to say to her. He was clueless. If you were in his position what would you say too. He would wait for her to proceed. He was damn sure that she would. And she did. 

"I'm sure you're unsure of what sure is. Though I might not know a lot of things you humans think you know. That's a lie."

 He looked at the mirror hanging in the middle of the room, from the right window. The window was being held by a rope which made it droop elegantly. Ja Lia didn't know why he has missed out on that. He probably had been given to his own rage or had been intentionally blind to it. He couldn't be sure. That didn't matter, he must catch fun in what she was doing. 

Twas a charade to him. She stood up from the berth and walked towards the mirror. She looked at herself and be looked too. He was shocked at what she saw in the mirror. He didn't know if she was too. 

He wasn't so skilled to share his attention. He was that skilled, he could had looked at her as he looked at the mirror. Like look away from the mirror then look at her. He couldn't possibly do that. He couldn't of course but he wished he could. He didn't know if that was the worst he could go. 

What he could see in the mirror was a lady with the head of a fish. He then looked at the lady that time. He was courageous at least at that moment and he was simply proud of himself.