He tiptoes quietly into the room and came to my bedside.
A tiny ray of light came along with his entrance into my dark quarters. I close my eyes tight and remain asleep.
He looks longingly at my sleeping face and strokes my cheeks softly while muttering his love for me.
“Venus, I love you,” he said softly. This is a nickname he gave me, because he said I look quiet and pure like a beautiful goddess, like Venus.
Every night he would open the door and caress my cold body.
I’m very afraid of the cold. No matter how many layers of blankets I have on me, it’s not enough to keep away the iciness around me.
My parents are often busy at work, and I don’t have many friends to talk to, and waiting for his warm touch became an everyday expectancy for me.
No one knows our secret relationship, and no one can understand how important he is to me.
*
On my birthday, my parents finally get off work early to hold a party for me.
All my close friends are here. They created a flowery atmosphere for me, prepared a nice fire for me and even helped me put on my favourite dress and got someone to do makeup for me.
I see him in the party. All this is making me feel so touched, and I really want to cry, but I haven’t cried for so long that my face looks stiff.
In the end, I don’t cry, but everyone in the party is crying like heck. How silly, what is there to cry about?
The flowers smell nice, I feel pretty, and the fire is warm, so what is there to cry about? I will never forget this perfectly beautiful birthday.
Everything is so perfect. I close my eyes and try hard to remember the picture in front of my eyes.
He approaches, leans over and smiles, saying, “Happy Birthday.”
My body feels so warm. My friends’ cries are getting more blurred.
“Goodbye,” his voice sounds so choked up. Please…Please don’t leave me…
*
The next day after my birthday, they’ve discovered our love-making through my room’s security camera.
MORGUE WORKER RAPING THE CORPSE OF A WOMAN
Cool! Our love has made it into the newspaper headlines.
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