Her eyes tear, but she smiles.
Nightingale, she wishes to tell him. She wishes to tell him how much she detests whatever fate that might be tying them together. She cannot stay because her mind knows that there's no future between them. She doesn't doubt that because she sees what he has done to her... would she risk blindly walking through it all again? Her mind knows this and it holds her back from reaching out. But her heart... her heart. She feels as if she left something behind, as if this happened a long time ago and she made a promise that given a second chance that she'd hold on. She doesn't know why she's still attracted to him even though she can hear a small bit of her mind scoffing in disgust. That's what she should feel. The disgust, it feels right, valid, reasonable. But she's attracted. She wonders if it's lust, she tries to reason and blame it on her shortcomings, but she knows that's not it. She knows so definitely that that's not it, because she just wishes to hold him, feel his heart knowing he holds her dear as she does him, because she falls in love again and again every time she looks into his eyes. She wishes to know if he even feels half of what she does for him, she hopes that her shortcomings haven't tainted his image of her ever since, she even curses at her love for him and taints it's name. She blames herself and wonders why she can't love normally and not obsessively. She knows after time that she's not the only reason for him leaving, that it was something that had to happen, that was meant to happen. Everyday, every moment, she wishes to tell him everything.
She's Sapphire. And everything is happening again.
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Moon of Sapphire
FantasyCould they have ran? Would they have known of this fate? Fate proves itself once again that a promise made by the stars is a promise kept. A story about the tangled fate of a craftsman, a stargazer and the vast night sky.
