Bitter Creature

I'm wretched.
It's as simple as that.

When I woke up this morning I had completely forgotten about that letter and the contents written inside. It was probably because I was still in a hazy, dreamy state. I didn't want to move. I didn't want wake up. But, did I really want to keep dreaming such a dream?

She slammed her hands down on the table, raising her voice; tears in her eyes. I only watched her cry and listened to her wavering words, my expression dull and bored. I mumbled a few words back to her, and she just sat down, diagonal from me.
We were in this strange cafe', and it was strange how no one even bothered to turn their heads and listen to our argument.
I just brushed it off like the bitter creature that I am.

A tuxedo festooned my body as I sat between demonic twins, my arms draped around their shoulders casually. They looked the same, yet different. One of them my mere reflection. Look at what I had become. Like her, I'll turn on you in an instant.
Her hand was resting on my shoulder as she leaned into me.
The other rested her hand on my leg, head supported by my shoulder.
I had become her nightmare. My name alone fills her heart with hatred towards my existence. But she would squeeze my leg reassuringly, letting me know that it was all a lie.
I only sat there with that same dull expression, looking straight ahead; a hint of emerald green flickering in my eyes.

Oh, what have I become?

Unfamiliar fingers stroked my face; my body nearly limp and completely beaten. I did this to protect her. But I blamed myself for being too late. Her brown eyes; her blond hair and those sapphire tears staining her perfect cheeks. I did this to protect you. She was the perfect girl. So thoughtful, so nurturing, so kind, so pure... I know as I lie here bleeding that we will never be together. Yet I remind myself that I will find my way to her. I will always find my way to her. Her voice was different. There was no Spanish accent. Her hair wasn't dark. Her fingers played complicated instruments, they didn't draw. I know I've seen you before. I know exactly who you are. I've seen your brown eyes and blond hair somewhere before; I cannot deny who you are to me. She was my sweet Chasity.