Nine on Nine

I live alone. I don’t have a boyfriend or a family. The only company I used to have at home was this strange black cat who was already a resident of the apartment when I moved in. He had grey eyes and a weird mark on his right front paw shaped like the moon. He would sleep by the window every night and he would watch me as I lay on my bed. I’d stare into his hypnotic grey eyes and I’d fall asleep immediately. He was my only comfort.

One gloomy day, he just suddenly vanished.

And I became a wreck. I never realized how alone I was without him. Nights were excruciating. I was tired, but I couldn’t make myself sleep again.

That was 9 months ago. Today, I walked home from work. I walked slowly to yet another sleepless night awaiting me.

I got to the corner of apartment 9, my building. There was the sad empty alley adjacent to it. Today, however, that alley wasn’t empty. I came closer. Beside the smoky grey wall stood a familiar man. His hair was black as night. And as he lifted his right hand to comb his hair with his fingers, I saw a mark shaped like the moon. Each step closer sent chills through my spine.

I don't know why I did, but when I reached the grey wall, I stood in front of him. He looked at me and held my gaze. There it was again, a pair of such amazing grey eyes. They were so mesmerizing, that it was only a matter of seconds before I fainted into his arms and fell sound asleep.