✧ ཻུ۪۪. love is the most beautiful of dreams ,
and the worst of nightmares . . .
in which the quiet sister of lizzie and mika learns that to love deeply is to ache - that hurt is part of the package, and the beauty...
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I TAKE HER TO THE OCEAN.
After all the bloodshed, all the death, I take her to there. My best friend. My girl. My other half. My Ella. My love.
Beauty has a different meaning, when it comes to her. She is so much more than such a simple adjective. I couldn't even say what. Ella was just, in a particular way, my life. My purpose. She was so much more. She was the reason for it all. Why I even bothered trying.
She told me once that she grew up at the ocean's side, and now, I had no reason to doubt her. Ella and the sea match perfectly, and I can't look away. I never could. I never will. Her hair, golden as the sun, vibrant against the reflective light. She looked more like herself, there. Like she belonged, probably better than anywhere else she had ever been. Her eyes match the salty color below, only their watercolor trance would never burn my own. It was refreshing any time she darted those eyes in my direction. Shot me in the chest with such a soft gaze, a theoretical arrow never intended to kill. And that it did. Her stare stuttered to beat to my heart so often I may as well have been dead, already.
I loved her. Of course I loved her. How could I not? I was trapped at the beach, forever bound to the ocean in her eyes. Always was and would be.
I must have fallen truly and deeply in love the night she kissed me, for the very first time, under an arrangement of northern stars. I loved everything about her, for she was the metaphorical representation of perfection. I found myself fawning over her laugh, the flutter of her eyes, and even the little nervous habits — such as twisting her fingers over the other when she tried to hide her internal fear. All the while, physically, she tortured me. Lips that twisted my gut. Their separation upon the noise that I would provoke from within depths of her throat following a night of sin.
