CREEPS UP, FUCKERS LOST!
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Dove...
The free-spirit bird, said to be peace, freedom , love, and hope.
That's what Night was for me...
But the only difference was that ever since he stepped in my life, its like I have lost every single peace in my life.
Like just as I burst out from that place, finally succeeding to get his attention... maybe just for a second, but at least he realized.
That fucking smell of cocoa was going to be the reason of my death but I STILL sat on that place, just for a glimpse of him, and yet he was smiling at that mere worker.
That smile was mine... only mine.
I never left my gaze off him even when I got out, the whole time I waited outside... god knows how much I endured watching him, yet not be able to touch him... not be able to own him.
How I watched that same man's hands wrapped around his shoulder, wanting to cut off those hands into slices that he himself will be in search of it his whole life.
I am getting crazy, crazier each time passes... watching him, his smile, his eyes, but FUCK!
Why was he getting approached by the same man all again, trying to make him smile? Worried about him? FUCK OFF!
Each time passes as seconds turns to minutes, and minuted turns to hours, and yet... I didn't move a inch, afraid that I would miss a single glimpse of him.
At last, when everything just ended and he was finally off to his home, his pale look and his eyes roaming made it so visible that he was scared...
Then he got ready to run- Not so soon, my love!
I sped the car from his direction purposely startling him not failing to notice the alarm face that looked so fucking beautiful.
Satisfied at his look of horror when he picked up the paper I threw, and sweats that looked so god damn sexy-
I drove my car away, ready to start a new phase... Why?
HE WAS MINE! He just doesn't know it yet!
He doesn't need to know... He will be mine...
I was not hopeless, I have everything... even the things that nobody heard of, but I don't have one thing.
Someone to call mine.
And alas! Today I found the perfect person to do so, even if he doesn't want to.
The only hope to fulfill that one missing piece in my life.
Night Soikham... my dove.
Mine to cherish... mine to ruin.
I don't need love to do so, I want to ruin him... fucking break him and then put the pieces back. It won't fit the same, but I will fucking make it!
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HIS DARK LOVE
Fantasy'He can let the world set in fire, but never let a flame touch HIS DARK LOVE...' . . The story of a boy who lost everything but love. AND a man who has everything but no love... Will their story get a happy ending? With the truths to be revealed an...
