I'm the Key to his suffering

I was walking out of my home to fetch more fire wood when a man dressed in a torn gray cloak looked at me from a distance in an alleyway. He screamed loud enough for snow to fall off the rooftops and chanted "You are the one that I am looking for!". I froze in place to sacredness to move But in luck, the same mysterious man appeared in front of me looking at the stranger. He turns around looking at me then grabs me by the arm hitting me on unconscious. I wake up and notice I am on a soft chair where I can see the same man that saved me.

Across from me was a stitched wooden chair and over it was a red rug cover.The room was large in size, in front of me were huge double doors with fancy carvings imbedded. He opens the doors, walking to a chair in front of me and sits down. I still couldn't see what he looks like with his face partially covered. He opens his mouth and begins to speak. "oh...oh how did you get in this predicament" he sings.

I frown at his remark "what does it matter to you?" .

"it matters but..that is not your concern,"

"We can talk better if you untie me,". He gets closer

"how about no,"

"Not until you tell me who he was" he continues.

"I don't know please let me leave".

He looks behind him after he sees me noticing a girl peaking through the door, I felt that I have seem her before possibly from my current vision.

"Teresa go away!," he says as she looks at me slowly closing the doors behind her.

He looks back at me taking off the ropes from my hands

"I wanna tell you something before you leave" he gets up from his chair

"I do too,"

"I will go first," I nod in response

"do you know why I hide?" he says tugging on his black hood.

"no,".

" I hide because of my suffering, and I hide because I don't want to be seen..."

I cut him off

"But why hide is it the sun, fear...what is it,".

"I must remain secret and so should you," he says.

"why?" he does not answer but looks at me and gets closer to my ear and whispers

"you're the reason why I suffer".

I look back at him in awe, I didn't understand what he meant he said I made him suffer,but how? He touches my hand softly and looks at me with sad eyes.

"what's wrong? since when were you the one with feelings".

Without saying a word he caresses my face and my eyes widen I am shocked what in the world is he doing?

He leans closer, I can see his eyes they are bright,delicate, and orange...

I can't move at all I'm trying to escape but I don't know how to use my power,his lips already met mine. I tried to budge,

my body wouldn't move I was numb,the more he kissed me the more I was confused. His eyes were studying me as he kissed me gently. He lets go of my hands and broke the kiss.

At reflex, I slapped him I didn't realize how strong I was that I hit him to the ground. I ran and found my way back home. I took the key and opened the front door then closing it shut behind me. My home used to be abandoned but it was still in good condition the windows were not shattered surprisingly and the stone-cold walls we're a little bit cracked on each row. The wooden floor beneath me was light-colored,the floor had a red rug where the living room was. A soft table was in the middle and so are the two couches in front of each other. A whole library full of dusty old books where in each side of the room leaving an opening to my bedroom were the white bed is seen. The opening to the bathroom was by my bed and racks full of random clothes I found were hung to the left of my bed. Where you can spot the dining table which leaves another old red rug designed neatly underneath the dining table where the small kitchen was. After observing myself and my home it made me wonder about him. He stole my book from me and a kiss from my very own lips. Which leaves me with Curiosity…