River Flows In You - Yiruma

Something I wrote a while back. It's incomplete, of course, but it gives people who read this a change of pace.

The weather was perfect for the night: dark, morose; a soft rain falling outside the girl’s second story bedroom. The calm chill of the wind snuck in through a small opening in her window and as it ran across her bare shoulders, goose bumps covered her frail frame. Without completely waking, she shivered beneath her blankets and instinctually pulled her comforter up to cover her body. Just as she fell back into that deep sleep she’d been craving for so many sleepless nights, he appeared out of nowhere..

And he came with the most evil of intentions.

If not for the moon shining in through the window, his dark and slender silhouette would have been lost in the shadows against the wall. But even amidst the pallid moonlight, his face remained unseen. Careful to avoid the moonlight, he moved around the room, creeping closer and closer to the girl while she slept. Soon, he was close enough to hear the faint sighs coming from the small opening of her mouth.

She breathed in…

…and breathed out.

The composed rhythm of her breath seemed so out of place for what was going on. Perhaps if she had been awake her breathing might be a little different; shorter breaths, a rapid heartbeat. But He knew it was her ignorance that allowed her to sleep so peacefully. She had no idea what was about to happen. She didn’t even know He was there. So instead of reacting to what was about to happen to her, she breathed in…

…and breathed out.

Not allowing himself to get lost in the alluring rhythm of her breathing, He maneuvered himself onto her bed in a sudden and swift, fluid-like movement without waking her. Though he made no sound, the way he held himself over her made his excitement apparent. He kept himself poised over her by leaning on a colorless hand, while his other hand gently pulled back her blankets, exposing her bare shoulders. Her tanned skin in the moonlight was almost enough to make him lose control, but he managed to keep himself calm. He wanted to prolong this moment. Opportunities like this were hard to come by, so He paced himself in order to make it worthwhile.

            With the girl’s bare shoulders taunting him, the desire to touch her and run his hand over her body became almost unbearable. But He knew He couldn’t touch her just yet, so He held his hand just enough above her body to feel the heat pulsating off of her skin. The warmth coming off of her body was intoxicating; the blood pulsing in her veins rattled his bones and he enjoyed every moment of it.