I died that night, under the hateful gaze of my lover's.
I was happy. I died happily knowing I loved him with everything I had. I died that night with the moonlight covering my body with its grace and gentleness. I died that night thinking to myself how beautiful he was.
Oh, he was the most beautiful man I've ever seen before.
I died that night, whispering softly my last words to him as his presence held anger, but his eyes, his eyes held a different story.
"I love you."
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Eunoia • Book Three
Poesia𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐈. • • • • • ❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ❞ • • • • • Book Three of Eunoia (Bea...
