𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 [𝐝.𝐦]

𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢

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  In a world that fails to see the soul as essential to all interactions, there will be anger. For we are born with the need for such soulful sight into others and from others. And holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.

On the other hand, Love is like a disease. It eats you from the inside out. It starts in our heart and it spreads until we're fully consumed. It spreads until our vision is clouded by the tears that fill our eyes every night before bed... But we deal with it. We deal with the pain. We deal with the hurt.

Someone else's happiness above our own. As long as they're happy, we'll be okay. Even if that means letting them go. Even if that means we can't be by their side every step of the way. Even if that means we have to move on. Because at the end of the day, love is everything.

Loving is like breathing. We need it. It hurts. It hurts like hell. But we need it.

For the loved ones, one would be willing to sacrifice themselves in order to keep them safe even if when they know it's going to destroy their own self. But do they care? No. Do they want to? Yes. But can they? No.

Tears glistened in her stunning green eyes as she sat in the corner. Her arms hugged her body as she swayed back and forth. The fear creeping in her soul as the darkness surrounded her. It slithered beneath the windows and sills; a rotten fog of hate and darkness. She could feel it around her, smell it in her room. No matter how hard she tried to get rid of the smell, the feeling, she failed again and again.

It won't leave her. As if it took a shelter in her soul.

The ticking of the clock reminded her of how little time she had left until all went downhill; until the darkness fully took control of the world and her. She had only until the end of the year before she would walk herself to her end.

But what she didn't know was the end was closer than she ever imagined it to be. She may realize it one day; when it's too late but she walked herself right into the arms of her destruction when she gave herself to a certain boy; he had the eyes of monochrome memories, as if he were the lead in some silver-screen movie; those blue-grey eyes held more darkness and mystery than any other.

She always imagined him as some sort of dangerous sin, he seemed like an angel who welcomed darkness with open arms; it made her heart pound with distrust at the same time it overwhelmed with warmth affection and filled her mind with bewilderment. She didn't know what love was until he filled her heart with pieces of himself. She had never known such fullness, an ocean of overflowing into the emptiest parts of her. Everyday she drowned in his ocean, sinking as deep as she could, filling every inch of her lungs with every drop of him.

He was like the shadow of the God of the underworld himself — soulless and dangerously tempting. He was the Hades to her Persephone, as some liked to call her — they believed he had stolen her from the bright side and made her the Queen of his Kingdom rife with death and destruction.

But she had given herself to him, surrendered her might to him and he took her. He consumed every last drop of her with hatred blazing through his veins, rage blinding his senses and obsession charging his soul; he devoured her and she thrived within his passion.

Among all the ugliness their world had to offer where they destroyed each other repeatedly, often challenged one another belief's — love blossomed and became an constant over their dangerous dark obsession.

Theirs is not a story where love blossomed overnight and consumed them ever so easily  — theirs is a story where they constantly ruined each other and fed their souls off their obsession and yet let their passion thrive among the field of ugly chaos. Theirs is a story where the only thing you should be worried about is losing your sanity.

"I'd choose you in a hundred lifetime, in any world. In any version of reality, I'd always find you and I'd always choose you."

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this is the re-written version of the prologue.