The Cursed Ones

The Cursed Ones

    Eyes followed the man as they observed with great great detail in his actions. Their sinful, lusting eyes, followed him everywhere by women of all sizes and shapes. He sighed, he knew what was to happen if he fell into any of their arms, afterall, he had centuries of experience to what happened if he turned to even one of those females in a desperate call for the feeling he always wished for.

    Love was something that he knew he could never really experience again. After making a grave mistake, his heart immediately lost its color, the lurid color of scarlet representing the very emotion of passion and longing, had faded to an inky black, the hue of bitterness, rue, and contempt. Knowing if he was going to love again, he knew they would never last long.

He admits that he is devilishly handsome, with his usual set of a suit, tie, and trousers, that mop of hair somehow so perfect when uncombed, and those ocean eyes that made everyone head over heels for him. That light peach skin was flawless, without a doubt, the draping hair over his eyes gave him that ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ look. His smile, usually a mysterious, and cruel-like simper, always complimented his apparels. 

    His blazer ruffled as he went to pick up his glass, and sipping on his Manhattan, ignoring the slurred voices of those trying to get his attention so that they could hit on him, or the excessively loud exclaims of drunk males.

    In the corner of his eye, he spotted a young adolescence sparing a few glances at him, her timidness and innocence killing him, as she flushed in abashment as she knows that he seen her. 

    He was surprised that the bartender could be so shy, considering most would be more… out-going. This place was the only bar he went to because of the diffident bartender, he always came here at her shift, she was the only female he knew that wasn’t like the others. 

    He stood up from his seat, and the women around him watched with anticipation, and soon, jealousy. He walked up to the bartender, leaning in forwards her, with his lips curving into a smirk, as her blush only reddened.

    “Do you need anything?”

    “N-no! S-sorry to bother you, Sir!” she squeaked, closing her eyes as she was dumbfounded by his sudden approaching. 

    “You sure? You seem to have taken a real interest in me.”

    “N-no, t-that’s-”

    “Meet me at Hollis Park, after your shift ends.”

    “O-okay.”

    He chuckled, and brushed a cinnamon lock of hair behind her right ear, before leaving, and heading to the park. 

Jealous eyes watched the interaction between those two.

    He didn’t wait long, as she did come about a half-hour later at around 8. 

    “S-sir? You wanted to see me?,” as he turned to a beautifully dressed female. She had a light hue to her skin, a vivid red dress that she wore, the slightly curled cinnamon hair settled on her shoulders, as her eyes shone with the most gorgeous emerald eyes he had ever seen. 

    This was the one.

    “You're here. I've noticed that you have been observing me the past few years since I've been to the bar." 

The flustered face made him chuckle as he realized her abasement. 

"I-I'm sorry, sir! I won't look at you anymore."

"No, no, it's fine. If I saw a beautiful girl like you, I would have done the same," he objected, caressing her rosy cheeks. "In fact, I've been watching for you for awhile, as well?"

"M-me? I-I mean, but there is so much other girls you could have-"

He placed a finger on her plump lips, the soft texture felt so smooth against his touch.

"Just go with it," he said, leaning in towards her face. 

"Eek!" she yelped, pushing him back before they made any intimate contact. 

His face saddened. He thought she wanted him, the signs were too obvious. Was he not good enough?

"I know you want me. Why not?"

"I-I can't have you."

"Why?"

"Because… I-I'm married!"

"You need to lie better you know, Scarlett."

"How did you-"

"Same way as you did, asked around; I really don't believe you should be working in a bar."

"My family stopped supporting me after I made a grave mistake." 

"Forget them, we can make a new one. We can-"

"We can't! I would kill you!"

"What…?" he whispered quietly, in despair. 

"I'm… cursed. Whoever I kiss, I-I, they get killed in… in an instant. I don't want that to happen to you, even though I want you, it's just that…"

He started cackling. She turned away, of course he wouldn't believe her. That's why she's here, she's just a nutjob, working at a bar instead of Red Robin's or some fast food restaurant. 

"Isn't that a coincidence? Looks like we're both cursed."

"W-wait, what? You, what did you do?"

"I had one lover, and I didn't love her enough. After she died… it was tough, and a witch cursed me to live forever without her so I could always be grieving. I still miss her, but once I laid my eyes on you, I thought you looked like her."

"So, you're immortal?"

"Presumably, yes." 

She lunged at him, with arms open, and teary eyes, embracing him tightly. 

He smiled, replaying her back by wrapping his arms around her. 

He finally was able to claim the one. 

Lifting her chin, he gently pressed his lips on hers, and with a sigh, she accepted, parting her lips to savor more of his lips. They pulled away quickly, she stared at him with amazement. 

He wasn't dead, not broken in her arms, without eyes open and lifeless.

They kissed again, one slow and filled with sweet, sweet compassion. 

The cursed ones had found each other

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