"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚?" His querying felt like a blade to her, her life straddling its sharpness.
"𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣, 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙩." Her br...
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Even if the sphere itself would be ready to roll under her feet, she'll chose to be drown towards his feet.
She—the Esteem, her demeanour fragranced by crimson wilted roses with iconic red flags, seasoning her disposition. The sensational contacts with her serpentines are enough to show some brands of amatory. The innocent her eyes are, the messily maniac her out woman holds.
But even the ravishing lunar has nasty scars and the same goes with her, not physical but the one for eternity, him—the Godman; the most fulgurate with full of wholeness, tantalising soul and scorching creature made with loyalty and royalty for the people he affectionate.
The aroma of raw and naked cocoa firmly carried out by his embodiment. His corneal balls sent many shivers to her embody at the same time. The man he is, isn't less than a dream which one would crave to lost in or maybe a sweet, terrific nightmare one wouldn't mind to owe. And that one was she.
The decorum his body follows is all contrasty to the inner man he actually is—the heaven in the daring fire? or a blasting fire in the heaven?
An incidental journey which was intentional to fate or an intentional journey which was an incident by the fate. She and he, were the victims of their cruel yet love donning blanket fates. Made her all for him.
In those times.
The impact he has on her is indescribable. Even when she, the Goddess of fire and warmth could freeze on his one icy touch, making her senses cease, causing her to do any uncertainty even any harm to her own sensitive self. If he is the criminal in other dimension, she would born as his alibi.
She can construct a whole cosmos for him but never let him accept her.
He from one side destroyed her completely into petals parted from a delighted yet obsessing floral which only knows his name in its fate.
Many writers existed but not like the her. A writer who when closes her eyes, the world every time commits suicide just for her to create the wild and fictionalised fantasies with him and to mark her writing pen to the peak of creations.
The Godman who can burn up himself to give the world to her. The Esteem who can devastate the world to put under his feet.
The duo is insanely too much to handle for the world, not the world we see but the one they had and unknowingly created within themselves, the intense tensions and connection of vulnerability hitting like bullets to them and an aptitude of expressions sparking salt to their wounds. Two different souls from different dimensions badly tangled with each other, like two doves wanted to escape from each other embraces but can't cause they acutely needed each other. Maybe their souls took deep and dead vows, with rivalled circumstances. Will they ever be one?
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