Beauty

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Angered's POV

I feel the cold air brush past my shoulder as I whisper a 'Goodnight' back; I turn around watching him walk away, his perfect act crumbling before him.

Why was perfect so important for him? No matter how he actually is he would always be perfect, at least to me.

Everything about him is sickeningly perfect.

His Hair, his Attitude, the way he Talks, the way he Erases every single thought from my head just to focus on him, to think of him.

Tragic, isn't it? He ruins me; I'm ruining myself just thinking of him. He is like a poison that tastes so sweet but burns your throat when you swallow it, Worst thing is you want more of it.

I need a breather; I should go.

After all, going out wouldn't hurt, would it? 


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Short update because I have no idea what to write for next chapter if you have any ideas PM me. 

goodbye my charms!


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