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The Contemplation

I sit at the plastic kitchen table, my cup of coffee lodged between my hands. I stare at the liquid, that's swirling around and intermingling with the vanilla crème. I dare look up but I regret it for the umpteenth time. Every time I take a peak, his apathetically cold eyes are staring intensely at me. The glare of his glasses create a more ominous aura around this man.

"What?" I finally snap. But he kept up his facade, not even acknowledging that I spoke.

Franken Stein. Honestly, I'm the only one who's crazy enough to fall in love with a sadist. When everyone else was afraid with him, I felt safe with him. When everyone stayed away, I kept close. Why did I fall in love with him in the first place? Why did I fall in love with someone who can kill me in my sleep?

Because I was curious perhaps. Maybe because he looked so sad and I had thought I could fix him. But later on, I found out he was just insane. But that had not bothered me. That just made the desire more fierce.

He doesn't even love me back. Why doesn't he love me?

I take a sip of my beverage, slowly and cautiously. We wouldn't work as a couple anyways. Our personalities clashed too much. He hates color, I absolutely adore the bright colors of the rainbow. He's an introvert and I'm an extrovert. We're opposites.

Opposites attract.

I shake my head lightly, setting my coffee down.

"Stein, can you at least tell me why you're staring? It's driving me crazy."

Stein was silent for a few more minutes. "I know," he promptly began to crank the big screw that pierced all the way through his head.

I suppress my annoyance. Stein can be a handful most of the time.

"And," he leaned in so close that our lips almost touched, "I made you think about how much you love me. Didn't I?" He didn't need a verbal response. The look on my face told it all.

"Truthfully, I was thinking the same thing about you." He leans back and pulls a cigarette from his lab coat and lights it. He takes a puff before standing up.

"Not that I'll officially admit that."

He leaves the room.

Sometimes Stein is just too much.

Description
The Contemplation

I sit at the plastic kitchen table, my cup of coffee lodged between my hands. I stare at the liquid, that's swirling around and intermingling with the vanilla crème. I dare look up but I regret it for the umpteenth time. Every time I take a peak, his apathetically cold eyes are staring intensely at me. The glare of his glasses create a more ominous aura around this man.

"What?" I finally snap. But he kept up his facade, not even acknowledging that I spoke.

Franken Stein. Honestly, I'm the only one who's crazy enough to fall in love with a sadist. When everyone else was afraid with him, I felt safe with him. When everyone stayed away, I kept close. Why did I fall in love with him in the first place? Why did I fall in love with someone who can kill me in my sleep?

Because I was curious perhaps. Maybe because he looked so sad and I had thought I could fix him. But later on, I found out he was just insane. But that had not bothered me. That just made the desire more fierce.

He doesn't even love me back. Why doesn't he love me?

I take a sip of my beverage, slowly and cautiously. We wouldn't work as a couple anyways. Our personalities clashed too much. He hates color, I absolutely adore the bright colors of the rainbow. He's an introvert and I'm an extrovert. We're opposites.

Opposites attract.

I shake my head lightly, setting my coffee down.

"Stein, can you at least tell me why you're staring? It's driving me crazy."

Stein was silent for a few more minutes. "I know," he promptly began to crank the big screw that pierced all the way through his head.

I suppress my annoyance. Stein can be a handful most of the time.

"And," he leaned in so close that our lips almost touched, "I made you think about how much you love me. Didn't I?" He didn't need a verbal response. The look on my face told it all.

"Truthfully, I was thinking the same thing about you." He leans back and pulls a cigarette from his lab coat and lights it. He takes a puff before standing up.

"Not that I'll officially admit that."

He leaves the room.

Sometimes Stein is just too much.