Kuzma and Sofia

The man took a long, deep sip of his coffee, placing the mug back down on the table. He sighed, removing his now fogged reading glasses from his face and placing them down beside his cup. On the other side of the small kitchen table laid another mug, full of steaming liquid and untouched by his guest.
The man’s eyes traveled to the young women’s face, her eyes having been watching him since the moment she had arrived nearly thirty minutes ago.

The silence in the house was broken as the man laughed lightly, more of a nervous habit than anything.

"It’s not funny, Paul." The women said, though her eyes relaxed as she finally took a sip of her drink.

"I know…But you come over, have Jamie go to Sofia’s, and then ask me to spill my life’s secrets to you. Friend or not, don’t you think you’re going a little to far?"

"No. Not if what your father said is true."

"Fuck, Mary, why’d you go and talk with my old man? You know I don’t want anything to do with him."

" Tell me, Paul. Tell me, what’s going to happen on Jamie’s Birthday tomorrow?"

"Mary-"

"Answer me. I want to hear it from your own words."

Paul let out a sigh, biting the edge of his lip as he sat back in his chair. He let his eyes wander, struggling with the decision to tell Mary what she wanted to know. But, seeing as it was Mary, he knew there wasn’t much he couldn’t say. The man leaned forward, placing his arms on the table and looking at his mug, pausing before he sighed once more and decided to tell her.

" On Jamie’s birthday tomorrow, when he turns eight… That night he will cry from behind a closed door. If I open the door my human essence will be ripped from my soul and placed into a child, a girl, that will appear next to my son. The girl will be called Nora. And I will become a monster that is unable even to love myself. If I refuse to open the door, my son will be taken like his mother. So you see, there isn’t anything you can do for me."