"We were always made for each other, just never made to last."
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Lee Felix, former student from his dance academy down in Australia, transferred to a school down in Paris. A highly recommended school for students known worldwide and beyond an...
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"Petal, would you mind joining me on stage?"
E c l i p s e
It shadowed over us in the broken times of two hearts stepping closer until not only were their gazes far from being connected. But the touch they once missed was long forgotten to where only hate lay buried in the sheets of their destruction.
Whispers gathered and shattered. Broken promises lay underneath the surface, begging for its release into the open once again. And yet, they bear as the shadows keep them at parted ways. Refusing to stay in their lover's clutches once again.
They had orders. They had obligations to fulfill. And rules...
But rules were meant to be broken. Right?
"Pay with the sin of worshipping your cruel faith with your blood. Your creed and affliction shall be forgiven if you must."
Not one single word was what he should've uttered. Not one thing he came from his mouth was what he truly wanted to speak.
A gasp was cut short once his sword trembled against the ground as it carried along its owner's hand. Step by step his heart increased, as did the pain in his heart once his eyes told a story he could not foresee.
"Do you mean the words that you bore? Do your eyes witness pain or happiness with the tears you shed? Why must you hurt yourself and be so lost within something you know is not right my love." It seemed as if the air disappeared in his lungs. He couldn't grasp onto his living source, he couldn't feel the need to want to. Why live if he had no reason to?
Was his purpose to fulfill the mission he had been given by his saviors? Or had it been a plan to tarnish the last bit of sanity he was blessed to have still been able to take countercontrol of.
Falling for a demon was despicable, it was appalling. It had been so wrong... but why did it feel so right?
The pure touch he had been surrounded by, faded so easily once his guard had been left and shattered into the hold of the enemy. But had been picked back up by that very same individual. He had scars that bled from the attack of one's rage going insane. But were healed by the one who caused the pain to be shared and spread throughout many.
Had he been blind? Or was it for the first time in his life, did he wanted to run instead of hide? Did he want something for himself instead of taking what others have given him all to save their selfish guilty conscience?
"You..." The demon started. He walked slowly towards the angel, eyes stinging with a vague imagination of the life of loneliness coming into view. A life he and the angel had promised one another under the haven of their escape from their troublesome encounter with both sides of the world, disappearing slowly by slowly with each passing step he took.
