Mikael was relaxing in his lounge chair, his head against it’s back and his feet propped on the table in front of him. One hand was pressed to his forehead, as if he had a headache. The TV mounted on the wall blared with annoying commercials he tried to block out. Under it, a fireplace flickered, it’s heat warming up the chilly room.
A woman stepped back into the room, from a hall that the bathroom and bedroom were located in. Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor. “Oh, there you are,” he said. “I was wondering how long you would be.” She smiled and sat on the armrest of his chair.
“As long as I needed,” she sang. Her sharp teeth — which she quickly hide — were noticeable for a split-moment under the light. She brushed her arm against his, giving him a seductive glance. She was an attractive woman, sure. She had long dark hair and angled eyes. Her lips were full and painted red. She had high cheekbones and lashes that shadowed her eyes perfectly.
Mikael smirked. He brought his fingers across her face, slowly sliding over her lips. She gazed down at him with hunger. He wondered what her blood would taste like. Something told him it would be bitter. He gripped the back of her hair and brought her face onto his. They started to kiss, her hand moving to his back. He trailed his mouth towards her neck–
His door slammed over, “Who is she?” A voice exclaimed with anger. Mikael brought his head back up, and the woman shrank back. It was Min. Her blonde hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, and eyes blazing.
“She is nothing, Min.” He said. The dark haired woman glared at him, with her lips pressed tightly together. “Go,” he whispered to her. Her hand flashed across his face in a hard slap. It started to burn with pain as she got up, walking angrily passed Min and going out the door. He pressed a hand to his cheek. He suspected it was flushed with red where her hand touched it.
“Serves you right,” Min told him. She moved to in front of the TV. Her arms were wrapped around her chest, and brows pinched together tightly.
“As I said before,” Mikael sighed. “She is nothing. Don’t get yourself so flustered over it.”
“I’m not flustered!” She yelled. She started to pace across the face, cursing words under her breath. Her back was turned towards him.
“Your actions don’t convince me,” he observed, a brow raised. She kicked his table in response. “Hey, what are you–”
“Why do you always have to be like this,” her voice dropped to almost a sob. “Aren’t I enough?” She turned around, facing him. It was then he noticed the tears forming in her eyes.
“Min…it’s not–” He started.
“You don’t like me like that, do you?” She cut off. “You never did. I’m digging my own grave. It’s a waste…” She broke down. Tears streamed her face. She fell to the ground. He went to reach for her, but drew back — his fingers itching, wanting to help. What was he supposed to do? Comfort her? That almost made him laugh. Since when was that his job.
He only stood at her, watching her cry. “Min…” I’m sorry.
“Just…don’t,” she tried to tell him between sobs. He stood up abruptly. “I’ll leave…you can go back to kissing your pretty dark haired woman.” Min dashed out of the room, covering her eyes with her hands. The door fell shut behind her.
Mikael sighed. Women.