𝑀𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝒶 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁

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    Dren

I know I can do it,

I know that I fucking can.

But this unwanted bond

This fucking pull that does nothing but ruin my mood

Why does my body feel so Itchy and hot?

It's without her touch that makes it this way.

Great. It's already depended on her.

Get your head in the game Dren.

We were two different puzzles. Two different types  of tones. Two different types of people.
I rub my hand on my neck and lean back into my chair. I sigh and stare up at the ceiling. This has been nothing but a routine now. Sighing and watching the sky till my head feels normal again.

I look at my hands. Even if blood weren't on them, I can still feel it dripping. Blood lusted. It's as if I blackout and all I wanted was to see blood at the moment. I don't regret it, it happened, and nothing was going to stop me. It was in my blood and none of this was new to her or anyone else. I said I liked it, I said i enjoyed it. Only to the people who defy me, and it was clear as day that he had.

I was in control when she pulled me away. I was going to do it. Walk away from a useless fight. Walk away without killing. But his words sunk deep, and it opened a clear path for me. A clear path that was opened and parted by the grim reaper himself. I enjoyed everyone one of his cries, every one of his begging. I just laughed at his face. I laughed at everyone face. I was going to protect her even if it wasn't physically. Even if it meant it would hurt her little weak heart. The world would always be split into two, good and bad. She just wasn't seeing it that way like I do.

It's been days.

Days and I haven't yet gotten to see those rosy cheeks.

I felt selfish. Like a monster keeping a bunny locked up in a cage. She needed freedom, so I gave her some. Just not out in the world but in my house. It was enough... enough for me. My eyes opened for once since the last hour. I've been doing nothing but stuck in my head. The piles of work and papers that have been stacked to the brim was nearly falling to the ground. I groan, at the hours I have now have to put in to get rid of them.

My ears perk up as small, tiny sounds were heard out my window. Following the sounds, I for once opened up at the window from behind my seat. Rolling my eyes at the bright sun that inched my skin, I ignored it.

A face I craved walks down the path that was in between the roses. Her smile shines brighter than the sun. Her hands gently gracing the big bright roses. She smelt one and nothing, but her smile has gotten wider. The ringing of my heart has once again begun. Fuck me.

But I didn't move no matter how much it ached. Instead, I open the curtains wider. Getting a view of the rose garden behind my office. It was beautiful, with a huge fountain in the middle and nothing but roses covered all around, like walls. Them wrapping around the white gates.

My heart burned at the roses.

I made sure to keep them perfect just how you liked them.

I took a deep breath. Scanning the field. I watch as she picks one off. Her hand carrying a small basket full of things. She kept it close to her nose. Sniffing it from time to time. Loving the smell of it. She seemed happy and deep down I became angry. We're I the only one who's been dealing with the distance. Her white and yellow sundress made her stand out from under all the red. Making her look like a goddess, the best flower known to mankind. She walks, walks as if she knows she has the world in her hand. God, she has me in her hands as well. She sits in the edge of the fountain and my body shivers as her dress slowly raises. I feel like a pervert. A wolf watching a sheep. As many times I've always hated feeling like a wolf. I was blessed to be the wolf for once. The wolf with this kind of view. She folds her legs and I see her smooth skin glisten under the sun.