TW: Self Harm, Self-disparagement, strong language and abuse.
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"Please.....just once. Just this once, listen to me. I beg of you."
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What would you give, if you had known that the one thing that you wanted in your life the m...
I shifted uncomfortably, my limbs feeling heavy. I groaned and tried to move my arm only for it be obstructed. Turning my head and peeling open one of my eyes, I see her. Cheek squished, head ducked in the pillow, holding the comforter by the edge and just curled in a ball. My Olivia. All mine.
A smile graced my lips as last night came rushing back and how we ended it. Turning on my side, I scoot closer to her, her cocoa scent engulfing me in it's warmth. My arm went around her and she rubbed her head into the pillow while mumbling something, as I came closer to her, I realised that she was sleeping with a pout on her face.
Adorable.
I stared at her in awe as my heart burst with so much affection at the mere sight of her. She wasn't the most beautiful woman in the world, but she was the most beautiful in my eyes, other women paled in her comparison. Her obsidian eyes, button nose, small plump lips and skin that looked like god took gold and melting chocolate and wrapped up around a 5 foot nothing woman. My woman. Whenever I thought of her, which was a lot, even the most beautiful woman could walk upto me and she would still not be enough. Not in front of her.
Not to mention her sharp tongue, unbothered attitude paired with creativity, wit and intelligence. And she is also someone who felt a lot. Emotions were her driving force, so much so that one could see it in her work. I wasn't surprised that her emotions manifested into creativity and she would create films or click photographs that were enough to start a storm in someone's being.
I still remember the photographs she took during the preparations of a musical play I was choreographing with Hobi hyung . She was asked to photograph some candids which could be used in an album which the juniors were making for us seniors and she was the one in charge of photographs. We ended up getting many candid photographs, it was almost surprising how good she was at it. She clicked pictures which others would have overlooked. Dancers looking at each other in a moment of intense scene, the stupidity of us choreographers, people laughing with no regards of how they looked. It was such a refreshing thing to see. While she submitted most of the photographs, she called me over one day and handed me a rectangular shaped box.
"What is this?" I asked as I settled on the ground near the heater.
"Just open it." She said with a mischievous smile on her face as she took a swig of her hot chocolate.
I reluctantly opened the gift wrapper, I was hesitant because she knew I wasn't the bravest of all and there was a high chance she must have hid something spooky in this box. I said my prayers to whatever deity out there listened to my atheist ass and opened the box.
As soon as I opened the box, a frame rested in it. My eyes adjusted to the frame once, there were four photos in the frame in a vertical sequence. I remembered the moment the photo sequence was from, it was during the shoot of the video that would be shown behind the dancers as a sort of shadow and I was just playing with the camera. One of the film students were helping us shoot the video and Olivia, as usual, was there to photograph the day. The sequence was me being serious one moment and playing around the next, with the last photo being me looking at her with my teeth on display as a grin.
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