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𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅.
-𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆 (𝑨𝒔 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰𝒕)
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“Why can't you just accept me and let me live a long live with you?” The young 25 years old handsome man asked her. His black obsidian eyes had turn into brilliant red, canies visible to human eyes, his arms already had those cursed mark, but he wasn't fully yet a demon. He still had chance to become human again.
“We are not the same. You still have a long way to go a head you, don't turn into crooked path. Find another kind young woman, go make your own family. I'm not the one for you. This is wrong.” She said calmly as she take her leather luggage, her long black hair played with the wind behind her back, her vintage western dress fluttered as the wind blew, her eyelashes fluttered as her stormy gazes on him is firm as ever. She then turned and walked away from the man towards the ship that she is going to board.
“Then turn me. Turn me so we can be together so you won't have any excuses to get away from me. Aren't you disgusted by my actions? Then turn me, I'll stop the 'hunt'.” The man pull her back by gripping a hem of her dress, begging her with small weak miserable voices.
The woman steps faltered, she glances to the side, “I know what your feelings is, but I can't do this. It's wrong, so wrong. This forbidden boundary should not be passed in the first places.” she said as she softly put away the man's grip on hem of her dress.
“I know you didn't mean that—Your heart, body didn't, neither do you.” the man stopped her once more with shaking hands, his lips trembled as he was on his both knees, begging her not to go as he knew she is going to be away until he's dead before coming back. This is the only last time he could stop her, baring his heart open for her, “What do you want? I could do it for you! Even if you asked me to kill people, I would gladly do so. So please—please, don't leave me.” He pleaded but the woman didn't falter on her steps. The other sailors are looking at the two, especially the man with pitying look.
The man hates the gazes they had given him, he hates that he couldn't make her stay, he hates that he wasn't strong enough to make her stay with him.
He need to become more stronger so she wouldn't be able to escape. He needed to eat more human flesh and learn how to control those curses.
She was much stronger than a mere human like him, she is not same, they are not supposed to be, this is the end of their forbidden comfort. She then walked away without answering the man towards the ship. Leaving the man on the port. His sadness, heartbreak, anger, depression, insecurity, obsession, fueling him more to go on his crooked path.
