Oh my dear bird help me find my lover, let me float over the violet skies, hide me under a tree for my lover to see me, right before he comes and cuts off my wings, asking me to flee.
"Rafe, keep your eyes on mine, don't listen to him." said Dune, pulling Rafe towards her. She didn't know he'd come back, she thought he's long gone, took the bullet for her and turned into some myth, a planted kiss in her journal that was set on fire because of her poisonous lips. Her journal, was never burned after all. All Paradise's secrets and theories were on there, every soul ought to be killed in Dune's head, the truth about what happened that day two years ago. Everything was in the devil's hand, more like the devil's alibi.
Dune met a miscellany of new faces in New York, in every person she met she couldn't help but recall Rafe. She saw him in every stranger, that's how every stranger remained an alien, not letting anyone come near her. They were never going to fill his place, and if he weren't hers then the place shall remain vacant. She lured the devil's alibi into thinking that she'll love him as much as she loved Rafe, little did he know it took her years to loathe every part of herself to save all she love she could give to her fugitive. Seeking salvation in other people ruined her, imprisoned her along with all the long lost princes and princesses who tried to love themselves. In one of her journal entries she addressed Rafe saying; You could have my heart and I will break it for you, just don't leave me in the shape you found me, insanely and scarcely.
When I vowed to die for love, I wished on every flower that you keep a bone of mine, to bury next to Denmark's wife. You don't need to die for me, you need to ruin everything you touch, except for me. I woke up today to a strange sight, a new love affair perhaps. The world turned into a portrait in the works, I think the artist decided to break a new law of nature. How many laws are there left? I've lost count. The first law I rebelled against was seeing forever in someone who doesn't believe in it. I saw a whirlwind of charcoal smoke devouring a long lost sun ray, smiling innocently at the mischievous, it reminded me of us, the only difference is that neither of us are innocent and you know it as much as I do. You can call me a hopeless romantic, even though I could never understand why would someone link hopelessness with romance, isn't romance found to sprout hope into this world? I think romance, from your perspective is smiling after having one's nails dug into your cheek, creating a massive scar, mending it with one's hot breath until its sealed. I think about you all the time, and I know quite well I never cross yours. You are too busy trying to prove yourself to those who never know your worth. Your father's words turned you into a bullet-proof machine, you run a knife over your tongue and smile at the sight of a machete, I don't think of my love letters would make you feel something. The affair didn't last long by the way, maybe it's giving two souls a chance instead. Killing is nature, but falling in love is a part of nature as well, isn't it?
Dune didn't survive living on the school's residence. She managed to sneak away one night, she drugged the city that never sleeps into a perpetual slumber. Wandering around the streets she left a droplet of blood from every open scar she had, a trace in case she wanted to be found. Days went by and she'd attend every class on time, getting wonderful grades effortlessly, spitting knowledge on paper while plotting who's her next victim going to be next. By night time she'd leave another line of blood, no news, no one cared.
Except for Kraze, Kraze was the New Yorker version of Barry. He found her standing her a stop sign, with just one nod she knew she could wrap him around her finger, so she led the way and he followed. The rest was history. History never collides with the future, Kraze will never fill Rafe's place.
"Dune, who the fuck is that? I swear I'm going to kill him." hissed Rafe, he was losing touch with himself, he hated the idea of both of them sharing the same air with someone else, a third party. That's one of the thousands reasons he agreed to come with her, starting over. He can change, and he needed someone who would affirm to that within a heartbeat. The unknown was a place he once saw in his dreams, far away from everyone and everything, a soulless land that needed a little change, the presence of red handed royalty.
"I'll tell you. Just take a breath, come on breathe with me baby." she emphasized on baby, feeling his muscles relax, his eyes beamed with light, brighter than the moon's. A dime split in half made his eyes shimmer, he breathed in deeply, feeling air reside in his chest and lungs. Monsters swam in his head uninvited, he let them be. "To my lover I'd never lie, cross my heart."
"I'm Kraze, Dune's friend from New York." he coughed, telling the biggest lie, a lie that would bury the truth into the deepest layers of earth. "We met next to a stop sign, she needed help and I cut my wings, giving them to her so she could come here and be with you. Aren't you the infamous Rafe Cameron?"
"In flesh and bone, now that you've done your duty, what do you want from her? How did you know we're here?"
"Doing what a wannabe monster usually does, wanting what I can never have."
"Cut to the chase, what the hell do you want from us?"
"I want to reign the Country Club. You're going to ask me how did I know about your little secret, for a wannabe monster to be rewarded, he has to dig further into things, break a lot of bones along the way. Want to know what I did? I did much worse." he smirked, picking the black leather journal out of his pocket, making Dune's eyes shoot lightning bolts. Rafe let go of Dune, making his way towards Kraze, swinging in hand lowly, ushering for the Pogues to crawl towards to Dune. No one's going to go to heaven tonight, it's too far away.
"You are standing in front of a real monster here, wannabe." spat Rafe, running his tongue over his teeth. He had his hands on his back, sending Dune codes with his finger. Take the Pogues to the Twinkie, then come destroy the shit of the wannabe. This is our moment to write a story on the fog of the windows of our home. We're getting close, my love.
"I heard that you walk like you're God's sent angel, is that true?"
"Oh, God Doesn't know I snuck out, don't tell Him." said Rafe, bringing his index finger to his lips, pretending to shush Kraze. The latter laughed, shook his head and handed Rafe the journal, everything has a price. Rafe and the gun met again, this time it was both boys. Heart in his hand to throw at Dune, not his heart, Kraze's.
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COUNTRY CLUB
Fanfiction"Before you could break my heart, it'll be at your step, in pieces, right before you know it." Dune lives with several identities, one of them gave up the ghost, smeared Dune's hands in blood. Dune, is that her real name? What does she have to hide...
