The giant and me

Time flies.

And he follows me wherever I go.The man. The monster, white as marble, always dressed in a perfectly tailored suit that fits like a glove.

He's on my tail, I know that because I recognize him from afar. It's big as a skyscraper. And fast.

He can't wait.

I see a rope, I grab it and work my way up with the last of my strength.

But after a few meters I realize it's no use and I let myself slide down again.

Wherever I flee, I'm alone. Lonely. Tired. Honestly, I'm tired of it.

I land back on the ground and stop.

And I don't have to wait first.I didn't have to turn around, I know he's already behind me.

His stomach growls. No, he growls.

And suddenly I'm strangely calm.He is ready. And so am I now. I believe. I know. I know?

His breathing is intermittent, he may know, as I do, that the hunt is over after 10 years and having met only one human soul. It is my destiny to be the last person. He knows that, as do I.

I feel and hear how he bares his teeth, pulls his lips over to avoid hurting me.

Because otherwise it wouldn't be the way he wants me to be.

He sucks his breath in deeply to take mine forever.Then...He does it gently and slowly because he can and will.

He has all the time in the world.Its warmth surrounds me and I don't look around. I look straight ahead.

My skin becomes damp and I can hear it gurgling from all sides.I want to close my eyes, but it was already dark around me.His game begins.Maybe he's the only one who ever cared about me.

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