To the other side of somewhere

He would visit me from time to time to talk, always at night, shrouded in shadows, quiet. He would never try to touch me again but instead, he would sit somewhere and chat for hours. I enjoyed his talk. His voice was so deep it captivated me completely and I held to his words as if they were buoys in the middle of the Night Sea. I grew more and more accustomed to his chatting about distant lands, his travels, his life; and without even noticing, during the day I would spend a lot of time looking out the window, longing for his nightly visits. Whenever he was around, my skin would emit the faintest glow, but when I was alone, thinking about him, I was sure the glow was not that evident and it even could just be concealed by the little sunlight from the window. What if they noticed the change in me? Would they take an interest? Would they move me somewhere else? I tried to quiet my mind. Then, suddenly,  he  stopped coming.  ...

Shadow dripped from the open window and landed on the floor next to my cage, taking a humanoid form as it fell. I stared, not daring to blink, while it emerged from the shade. Tall, handsome, long straight hair made of darkness, with a former-warrior built that still looked like he could take you in his arms to crush you without breaking a sweat, caramel-coloured skin, bearded face and sombre expression. His eyes were so dark and so beautiful, and he was looking at me with utter interest... and sadness way hidden in the back. (Was he feeling sorry for me back then?) "What... are you..?" "I could ask you the same thing, dear", his deep, powerful voice filled the room like a whisper, and as he spoke I caught a glimpse of two long, sharp, white teeth. "I..." I started. I closed my mouth, opened it again and had to close it one more time. "I don't know", I finally admitted. "But what are you...