Single for Eternity

With that said, I let my body sink into the cool grass, lying flat on my back as the night stretched endlessly above me. The sky was a sea of ink.

The heavy scent of flowers filled the air—sweet, thick, almost intoxicating. A few bloomed beside me, their petals delicate and glowing faintly under the silver moonlight. They resembled lilies, their fragrance eerily familiar yet just foreign enough to remind me that this world was not my own.

I plucked one absentmindedly, twirling it between my fingers, letting its scent calm the embers of irritation smoldering inside me. Meanwhile, Priscilla sat before me, looking absolutely miserable. Tear-streaked, trembling, and utterly wretched.

And that, of course, was absolutely perfect.

Her expression was a crumpled mess, her lips pressed into a thin, bloodless line, but her eyes... they burned. Resentment? Desperation? Fear? It was hard to tell, but I enjoyed watching her like this—completely unraveled, vulnerable, and knowing that she had lost whatever twisted game she thought she was playing.

She spat onto the ground, her voice quivering with barely contained rage. "If you already know, what’s the point of making me say it?"

I chuckled, wagging a finger in front of her face like a disappointed parent. "No, no, no." My voice was light, mocking. "That’s not how this works. I want to hear it from your own lips. I want you to explain what you did, how you did it, and why."

I took a moment to inhale the flower’s scent, then smiled, my amusement sharpening into something cruel. "Because if you don’t... well, let’s just say you won’t like what happens next."

She flinched. A subtle reaction, but I caught it. Her fingers clenched around the hem of her tattered dress, her shoulders stiffening as though bracing for a blow. And then, with great effort, she exhaled and lowered her head.

Her voice came out small, fragile. "I really did want to believe in you all... or at least, I wanted to." She swallowed, eyes flickering with hesitation. "But you don’t understand. You can’t do anything. You can’t leave this place. No one can."

Tears welled in her eyes, glistening under the night’s cold glow. /. Was she a method actor, or were these her true emotions breaking through? Did it matter? Not to me.