"𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂," said by the man with a croaky voice. his caliginous eyes were bluer than the clear sky in one scorching summer that reflects the ocean of havoc. the promises he uttered hundred times before still works fine like casting a spell against my heart beneath the stars --but when his callous palm slightly dabbed on my skin, I was stunned. why could I no longer feel the electrifying sensation I used to have before? or maybe that was just a part of my wishful thinking that always have brought me in empyrean haven of neverland which never been existing at all. the warmth of his breath that burned every part of me was superseded by the lifeless gaze he gave me that almost made me shiver in quietus, revealing him from the truth--unmasking how his highfalutin sweet as candy smile turns into a hideous one. his glossy crimson lips is the silhouette of blood I witnessed at midnight, solely earning nothing but sleepless nights.
And as the mirror of my soul touched his swords that cuts deeper than the whispers of wind, mumbling beaucoup of lies to my bereaved heart. A cachinnation roared when the darkness engulfed, creating a dreadful echo in my head--I flinched.
I was awakened again by a kiss from his poisonous lips.
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