Blurry visions of their encounter still linger in her mind; penetrating the very core of her soul. Her eyes cast no shadow of regret and not an inch of pretension manipulates her every movement. She has high regard on what she feels and she value the recurring thoughts of him no matter how ambiguous it has become for the past months. It doesn’t matter anyway. She may have hazy memories of his face but she cannot forget his heady scent. It overpowers her and she feels like he is just nearby…wandering…watching…waiting.
She steps into the light, closes her eyes and starts to imagine being embraced by the brightness of the full moon. She smiles while thinking of the faceless man once again. His imaginary smile, his make-believe gaze and his likely gait are presently occupying her mind. Then she takes a deep breath to draw in the familiar scent of the faceless man. She can almost feel him standing beside her at that very moment. She wants to touch him; dying to feel the softness of his skin and the warmth of his embrace. She yearns for his gentle kisses and to tastes his yielding tongue – this particular thought thrills her. She starts to laugh as if in a trance.
Then she hears an owl hooting somewhere up above and there she opens her eyes. Once again, she sees herself standing alone in the middle of her dark realm called the deep forests. Clothed in white satin, she steps out of the moonlight and starts to retrace her steps back to her dungeon. There, she will once again wander, keep watch and wait for this faceless man who penetrated her heart for too long now…
