
Johannes hated to feel as if he was the victim of the situation, he knew he did wrong, he knew he betrayed the trust of the person he promised unconditional love, he was the first one that wronged his partner, but now Margaret was the one that wasn't letting him confess his sins, making him carry them like a boulder up to the top of the hill that was their relationship (If there even was a hill to look up to). It caused Johannes an insane amount of stress that didn't let him have peaceful sleeps. And every time he tried to open his mouth, every time he dared to catch a break and get this weight off his back, Margaret retaliated.
''Margaret, seriously, we need to talk. You don't know-''
''Stop treating me as if I don't know what you do, Johannes. I'm a grown woman.''
She turned to him the instant he brought the topic up. She glanced at him head to toe, he looked defeated, leaning against a messy desk full of notes from the past month or so, his attention directed to the scattered glassware across the room because at this point he couldn't even look Margaret in the eye because of the shame he felt. Margaret sighed and forced a smile as she walked towards him. Johannes instantly tried to retreat, only getting cornered against the wooden furniture.
''Please, Margaret. I have no peace. I can't stand it anymore.'' Johannes felt his sins creep up his back like ice cold shivers.
''Why no peace, honey?'' Margaret placed her hands on his chest, playing with the undone collar of his shirt. ''You are the only one who's upset in this situation. I am calm, because despite everything bad you have done, I know that sooner or later you'll be mine.''
Johannes couldn't get Margaret out of his field of view now that she was so close, he could feel her hot anxious breath, her eyelashes fluttering and her big green eyes looking straight into his soul. She was so beautiful, but once again it hurt looking at her, having her so close, her sick and twisted love was painful, it ached in every inch of Johannes' body, he only wanted to cry.
''Someday we will get to marry, and there won't be any parents nagging us, and maybe we'll live in a small cottage, farm our own crops, get to have our own children... Wouldn't that be beautiful, Johannes? I dream of that since I fell in love with you, since the day we met. I know we are destined to that.''
''Margaret, please.'' Her words felt like needles straight to his heart. ''We are running out of time, it's hurting us both.''
''If you're that impatient who says we can't just run away? You have enough money, I have too.''
''But Margaret, your family-.''
''Who cares about my family? They can go to hell for all I care.'' Margaret said between teeth, looking visibly enraged to the point it frightened Johannes, he was able to perceive the tension between her furrowed eyebrows and her chittering jaw. He wanted to get away, but for every inch he could move back Margaret advanced two, pressing her shaking body agaist his, sinking her nails into his chest, at the verge of tearing through the fabric. ''I would kill them with cutlery if I could, only my love for God keeps me from doing that. I have nothing but contempt towards the people who ruined my life by keeping me chained to their will. You should hate them too for what they have done to us.''
''Please, don't talk like that, Margaret.'' Johannes could only close his eyes to get a break from the overwhelming situation.
''You are a coward, everyone is.'' She clinged on him and started to shake him back and forth as if she was trying to desperately wake him up and get him back to the real life. ''I am the only one who cares about us, I am the only one who is up to take matters at hands.'' She kept spitting bile until Johannes held her and pushed her body against his, trying to pacify her in his embrace. And after a couple of seconds, she was crying on his chest.
It was true, Johannes was a coward, he let every person near him suffer because he was nothing but a pathetic conformist who waited to be spoonfed or bossed around, because he was indecisive, he lacked will, he lacked passion, he lacked any desire to move on, and he couldn't picture making any important sacrifice to improve his life. He felt at the lowest he has ever been.
''Why does this happen to me? When will anything nice happen to me, Johannes?'' She was pouring her whole life into those cries, sobbing and screaming like a lost child. ''God please, I can't wait any longer, please. I've been so good. I've been so good for what?'' She pitied herself.
Johannes stayed still like that, sharing a silent cry with her, kissing her forehead and holding her as hard as he could, as if he was trying to contain her together, fearing that she would wither away like a dead flower, or melt like a small sugar cube at contact with water. He felt awfully powerless and desperate in this situation, and nothing he wanted more but to calm Margaret down, to stop her cries and to make her happy, to give her a break from the horrible life she has been living day to day.
Soren was now long gone, his only opportunity to change life for the better was not taken, and the only thing that left him was bittersweet memories and a relationship in crumbles. Johannes knew it was going to hurt to call Soren again, he didn't even knew if the ritual would work again, or if Soren was going to welcome him once more after all that happened between them, but he knew that as soon as he was alone again, he would try to call the miracle demon again.
''Margaret, seriously, we need to talk. You don't know-''
''Stop treating me as if I don't know what you do, Johannes. I'm a grown woman.''
She turned to him the instant he brought the topic up. She glanced at him head to toe, he looked defeated, leaning against a messy desk full of notes from the past month or so, his attention directed to the scattered glassware across the room because at this point he couldn't even look Margaret in the eye because of the shame he felt. Margaret sighed and forced a smile as she walked towards him. Johannes instantly tried to retreat, only getting cornered against the wooden furniture.
''Please, Margaret. I have no peace. I can't stand it anymore.'' Johannes felt his sins creep up his back like ice cold shivers.
''Why no peace, honey?'' Margaret placed her hands on his chest, playing with the undone collar of his shirt. ''You are the only one who's upset in this situation. I am calm, because despite everything bad you have done, I know that sooner or later you'll be mine.''
Johannes couldn't get Margaret out of his field of view now that she was so close, he could feel her hot anxious breath, her eyelashes fluttering and her big green eyes looking straight into his soul. She was so beautiful, but once again it hurt looking at her, having her so close, her sick and twisted love was painful, it ached in every inch of Johannes' body, he only wanted to cry.
''Someday we will get to marry, and there won't be any parents nagging us, and maybe we'll live in a small cottage, farm our own crops, get to have our own children... Wouldn't that be beautiful, Johannes? I dream of that since I fell in love with you, since the day we met. I know we are destined to that.''
''Margaret, please.'' Her words felt like needles straight to his heart. ''We are running out of time, it's hurting us both.''
''If you're that impatient who says we can't just run away? You have enough money, I have too.''
''But Margaret, your family-.''
''Who cares about my family? They can go to hell for all I care.'' Margaret said between teeth, looking visibly enraged to the point it frightened Johannes, he was able to perceive the tension between her furrowed eyebrows and her chittering jaw. He wanted to get away, but for every inch he could move back Margaret advanced two, pressing her shaking body agaist his, sinking her nails into his chest, at the verge of tearing through the fabric. ''I would kill them with cutlery if I could, only my love for God keeps me from doing that. I have nothing but contempt towards the people who ruined my life by keeping me chained to their will. You should hate them too for what they have done to us.''
''Please, don't talk like that, Margaret.'' Johannes could only close his eyes to get a break from the overwhelming situation.
''You are a coward, everyone is.'' She clinged on him and started to shake him back and forth as if she was trying to desperately wake him up and get him back to the real life. ''I am the only one who cares about us, I am the only one who is up to take matters at hands.'' She kept spitting bile until Johannes held her and pushed her body against his, trying to pacify her in his embrace. And after a couple of seconds, she was crying on his chest.
It was true, Johannes was a coward, he let every person near him suffer because he was nothing but a pathetic conformist who waited to be spoonfed or bossed around, because he was indecisive, he lacked will, he lacked passion, he lacked any desire to move on, and he couldn't picture making any important sacrifice to improve his life. He felt at the lowest he has ever been.
''Why does this happen to me? When will anything nice happen to me, Johannes?'' She was pouring her whole life into those cries, sobbing and screaming like a lost child. ''God please, I can't wait any longer, please. I've been so good. I've been so good for what?'' She pitied herself.
Johannes stayed still like that, sharing a silent cry with her, kissing her forehead and holding her as hard as he could, as if he was trying to contain her together, fearing that she would wither away like a dead flower, or melt like a small sugar cube at contact with water. He felt awfully powerless and desperate in this situation, and nothing he wanted more but to calm Margaret down, to stop her cries and to make her happy, to give her a break from the horrible life she has been living day to day.
Soren was now long gone, his only opportunity to change life for the better was not taken, and the only thing that left him was bittersweet memories and a relationship in crumbles. Johannes knew it was going to hurt to call Soren again, he didn't even knew if the ritual would work again, or if Soren was going to welcome him once more after all that happened between them, but he knew that as soon as he was alone again, he would try to call the miracle demon again.
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