We see eye to eye
In flames
Not a single word, lips tight shut
Your eyes, confused. Mine? Adoring.
You must be so torn, seeing your lover bathing in blood. How could I ever blame you, I as well would be as shocked.
But then, who could also blame me when I'm doing this out of love. With purest intent to protect.
In flames, ashes fly.
Burning all the debris around the place, even the corpses that lies.
Your eyes went teary.
I really hate to see you cry, but then this was the first. I made you cry?
Your lips quiver as if you're looking for the right words to say. Why are you scared of me now?
You used to look at me with interest and infatuation. Your saintly angel that the Heavens sent. Like in your prayers.
“It was you.” You said, conflicted but you were sure. I see how you closed your eyes shut as if you were trying to wake up from a nightmare, then it opened and you clinched your left fist, your fingers digging through your palm. “It's you that started all of this.”
I tilted my head to side, my eyes reflecting the monstrous flames. I looked back at you as I took one step forward. The bloodied tip of the lance slices the blackened sand from the ground and the blood drips.
“What about it, Van?” I asked. “Are you not happy that I rectified all the claims and even eliminated who opposes your ideals?” I stared at you mockingly. Challenging you to refute my brutal honesty. Challenging you to stray away from your awful delusions about the people who you once trusted your life with.
“Fey...”
“Van, I became a sinner.” Your face drops in sorrow, your eyes darkened from the harsh realization.
“I'm not a saint anymore. You made me this.”
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The Saint and The Sinner
FantasíaA sinner and a saint. A very common story. But what if the sinner was once a saint tainted by the people who has ill-intent towards the person they wanted to protect? Was once a pure soul dreaming about a peaceful world that will never come true. Wa...
