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જ⁀➴ in which,
desires and secrets become difficult to hide
the truth unravels before an honest man, will he stay when he realises what his love truly is?
even if she's the centre of
DIAMONDS AND DESTRUCTION °•
a nerd and...
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the good do good. the bad do bad. he will write. she will dance.
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a pastel blue room. the same coated walls, neatly adorned with the same gold medals and certificates from kindergarten. "best handwriting", "top 5 sci-fi stories", "1st - reading award", they continue, the medals too.
other boys have their medals from rugby, football, swimming, however, kaito's achievements are of writing and reading mostly. born to be a novelist, he believes. with many pages sitting as drafts, waiting to be completed, he scribbles in cursive during the night. for the day is of being a worthy man to take over his father's business.
a designer shoe brand, GEMS, they sell luxury-like footwear for womenswear. most consist of modest pumps and quality sandals. but their bestsellers are the stilettos that give off a darker tone to all the other brands out there.
his father is the ceo. a man who adores women. proof would be his worshiped wife. not a single wrinkle sits on her brow, she's as glowing as she was at twenty-four. however, walking in the steps of his father to take over a business is not written in kaito's destiny, that's what he believes.
he wishes to write books. history, and romance. you are the reason for his liking of romance. on his desk, underneath a few books that he uses as a mask, he hides letters and pages of work all about you. never has he seen a girl as perfect as you. your work, your life, your friends, everything is perfect- clean.
a sweet girl, well-spoken and kind. manners, etiquette and respected, never has he heard a curse word slip out of your mouth. it's almost as if you're innocent.
a joke.
on the other side of the line, the other side of the night as he writes about her, they chant for her. under the bright lights of the club, in the revealing lace lingerie, on the americana stage; there, you shine.
with the eyes of thirsty men, with the group of girls, with the dirty bass, with the pole you deem as the devil in the form of your sister. you meet the eyes of a man, the same thirsty eyes you'll find anywhere in this room- a business man. typical. they want it all, and you can give it to them. after all, it's all you can do. they asked for it, and you could spit it in their faces and still be oblivious of what you've done.
perhaps you stepped on their pinkies with a heel, perhaps you spilt a cocktail on their expensive shirt and tie. it doesnt matter, because these accidents are common in your life. even when the heart you toy with is actually the one of a boy you hold dear to yourself. in the end, all you're capable of is —
DIAMONDS AND DESTRUCTION
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