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Fifteen men have already died after meeting her.

All by suicide.

It follows a certain pattern which scares me the most.

At first, it left me in denial as I squinted at the same details on the chipboard wall full of pinned mess with a single thread of red yarn that led to the lead suspect.

Why is she present in these cases?

A slight vibration is felt from the table behind me, and its faint sound leads me to my phone.

“Hello?”

The voice replied is that of a woman with an icy, confident tone.

“Are you still alive?”

“How would I answer otherwise?”

“Another died just now. And luckily, we have several witnesses.”

As I asked for an exposition, “she” texted the same phone, which the woman immediately noticed and left it unmentioned.

“This individual has the same qualifications as the last fifteen, thus the suspicion remains. With no other than what I just mentioned, It is said by one that the individual seems to perform a gesture of embrace to some sort of an unforeseen entity as his body reaches the asphalt… I know that we’re not that sort of people, but—”

“It’s fine, though, I still can’t figure out her involvement with this”

I looked at the text message. It’s her, inviting me for dinner… In an old establishment.

The sudden gasp of my terrified voice immediately alarmed the woman on the phone.

“I’ll continue with the details as you prepare. Good luck with your last date.”

I thanked her with a sarcastic laugh. She replied in the same manner. Papers then flew all over the place as I got my things. In terms of what I feel, it's ambiguous, yet happy, yet fearful.

As I drove to the said establishment, the woman exposited the duality of Eros and Thanatos, the constant battle between love and death, and how one influences the other. As a realist, I usually don’t believe in these types of stories.

I’ve reached my destination and as expected, it is a ruin, with vines everywhere, broken anywhere.

But with the application of this information to the case, I can assume that her history with these people is deeper than I thought.

I’ve reached the top of the establishment, and there she is with her long black hair dancing with the breezing winds, looking towards the red horizon that’s emphasized in between the pillar-like alignment of the high-reaching buildings.

Her gentle lips spelled my name gently as she looked at me in a gentled way. With that tone of voice, all it did was to allure me to what seemed like a heavenly sight.

My arms start to raise themselves to mirror hers reaching back. However, my back gradually felt a heavy pressure as our hands slowly met. I wonder what could’ve caused it.

“Wake up”

Suddenly, my eyes woke up the second time. It seemed that the brightness blinded me. No. It is her beauty that made me forget the reality I’m currently in.

The heavy feeling on my body which I thought was my fatigued state was the bloodied hands of the suicide victims who now seem rotten, with the others wrapping me with their maggot-infested long intestines, the others preventing me from walking with their slimy brain matter.

The same words echo throughout my eardrums as my body unwillingly continues to resist their already weak holds. Yet as I anxiously look up, the warning is just too late. Her bright face is already close to mine.

REVEROF OT EM NIOJ

Pain suddenly erupts within me. As I look down, the cause of the said pain is not from the decomposing corpses, nor their visceral guts that prevented me from walking. It is saddening for me, that the one who caused me pain, no… There’s no time to talk about that now. It’s too late.

From the hole that she made, she dragged me by my ribcage and effortlessly leaped off the building. There, everything slowly connects in my eyes.

The duality of Eros and Thanatos, the constant battle between love and death. The epiphany of the corpses is reaching their hands at me as if they are trying to save me. On the other hand, is her at its fullest beauty as the gods portrayed her in her warmest, offering an embrace to the realist perspective I have.

Now what? What could I possibly do? I am in the moment of my death. I am supposed to encounter the phenomena of reminiscence. Yet, all I see are the corresponding embodiments of the gods who’re both racing on who will get me first.

Sigh.

I wonder what did you do in this situation.

As my skull receives the effects of gravity on its contact with the asphalt. I embraced her. It doesn’t matter now whether she’s just an image used by either of the gods nor the reason why she’s involved to those who are involved in the case. Either way, I know that I will eventually see her soon.