"Looks like you're his next victim."
"Jesus Nova, didn't your mum ever warn you about creatures like me?! I'm not good for you and I'll end up ruining you or killing you!"
He wasn't human. There was nothing human about him. His blood was cold and hi...
"I'm moving through the night My soul's just a container
Drink a jug of mind eraser Feel it burn and watch it glow
In a wave of guilt I roll and in a hurricane I breathe"
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Harry
Her skin is creamy and velvety soft with the moonlight lying its shadows along her curves. Each refraction of light shines down on her sleeping figure as she rests her body against mine. She's warm despite the early Winter.
Her warmth is teasing though. She makes the flowers believe that it's warm enough to start growing. She shows them that it's finally time to begin their new journey above ground. Once they've sprung, she shields them from the harsh snow and frigid breeze, embracing them in her comfort and warmth.
She's protective and shielding, not letting the chill destroy their vibrant petals. She wards off the darkness and evil, only showing the flowers the bright sunshine of a Summer day.
She's the sunshine, the light that pushes away the darkness so you're left with nothing but hope for growth.
It's close to 3 in the morning and I haven't been able to sleep since we first laid down in my bed. There have been a lot of thoughts swirling through my brain since showing Nova the paintings earlier. I expected her to either not believe me or not feel the same way but she about killed me when she said she felt sorry for not being able to remember me.
Maybe it's a good thing we never met in the institution. There's a chance that things wouldn't have gone as well as I hoped and I wouldn't be feeling the overwhelming sense of happiness that I'm feeling right now.
This is happiness, right?
Nova's nose crinkles as she rubs the side of her face against my pillowcase, her golden locks strewn across her back and pillow. She lays on her stomach, her arms curled up against her chest like she's a baby being coddled. My fingertips trickle across her back, tiptoeing up to her shoulders and brushing a few wild strands of hair away from her sleeping face. Her hair feels like silk in my hands, slipping out of my grasp so gently and finding its place back against her face.
Truthfully, I'm scared to fall asleep to just wake up in the morning and have everything be a dream. I need to watch her, to study each way her expression changes throughout the night to confirm that this is in fact my reality; that Nova is laying with me and has allowed for my feelings to be validated.
I push a heap of her hair away from her face and behind her shoulder, carefully smoothing her hair along her back. My fingers thread through her mane as she lets out a hum of content. I smile down at her and lean in to press a kiss to her now bare forehead while feeling the outline of her scar touch my lips. Pulling only inches away, I lean down further and press a simple peck to her cheek, her chin, and then her lips.
