Evil Levi
A tale of caution for when you encounter an evil Levi
Two years ago, I met Levi. We instantly made a connection. He was different. He was an artist. He painted each picture like it was math. The colours would fall into place just like an equation. Levi, like his art, was calculative. He'd always find the right words, the right feelings, the right situation and string them all together to pull you deeper into his maze of lies.
At times, he'd make you feel extraordinary, but quickly pull the rug from underneath your feet to bring you back to your place, crashing down. He had a way to keep you hooked, like a creature of fascination. Like, a drug that's also poison.
Levi and I would spend our days doing what he liked. Sometimes, we'd talk about things that mattered and laugh like everything was perfectly alright. But, on most days, I'd be left carefully searching my words to get him to pay attention without evoking his rage. That's the thing about the Levis of the world. They break you into small little pieces, and make you believe that your body is falling apart on its own.
Levi took everything he possibly could from me. He would conveniently hide his true intentions while he fed off my soul. And, I'd simply wait for him to make me feel extraordinary one more time. A year later, I got tired of waiting and curled up on the same rug that I struggled to keep underneath my feet. And he, couldn't care enough to acknowledge the damage done.
When Levi left for good, I felt empty. Like, he had stolen the essence of my soul, and used it to smear his canvas with another masterpiece of deceit. I spent months wondering when we had lost connection. I would scramble to find the right memories to make sense of it all. But, wading through tainted memories only leads you further down the depths of remorse.
Today, it's been two years since Levi entered my life. I mark this day like they would on a tombstone — here lies her heart, her soul, and her zeal for life. Looking back, I realise he was more than an artist, he was a con artist. Now, all that's left of evil Levi, is a tangled web of hate and a severed connection.