It bubbles, then it boils.
It never rains, it pours.
Andrea lead a life balancing between the borderline, tiptoeing around a fragmented guy. She heaves, then sighs listlessly, mourning over her lasting bonds with Daryl. He is like the lid of a boiling pot, jumpy and frightened like the mouse captured in between a feline's eyes.
She is a metal pot, containing all his fears and shutting them in tight. Andrea's presence was what kept him sane. It was strange how he'd find comfort in the most odd of things - a bent stalk, a crumpled flower, even the words of praise. He had long lost control of his emotions, twisting the thoughts in his mind and perceiving good deeds with hidden intentions. He was afraid, terrified of betrayal that left him vulnerable, Andrea was the only angel he'd ever let in the chambers where all his heart was laid bare.
Darryl loved Rhea. For all her flaws she brought along another perfection, a goddess that descended to earth to share her bountiful gifts. She had the beauty of a lily, the endless love represented by a jasmine, quickly ascending to be an iconic figure. And he was there by her side.
Until he'd found her drawing strength from another's smile, dwelled in the happiness of another, frustrating him to no end.
" what do I lack? "
" you lack nothing. "
Perhaps he was mistakened, this was probably another man whom she worked with.
" I found the right feelings, the one heart. ♥ "
She wore a smile dampened by the the palpable sadness.
He still remembers the ring that she wore, snug on her left fourth finger, engraved with J.Y.
That was when Andrea came in. The jagged piece with no place of belonging. A wanderer.
She soothed his worries, buttered up all his horrors. Sealed away the past with a letter he wrote and slipped in an envelope she gave, the one relatable link he held onto and never let go.
It didn't matter if all his old friends had left, as long as he had her, it was enough. Andrea didn't like the chain that strangled her possibilities, but he was an oddity.
Like her.
Maybe they didn't have that cliche romance theme going on, but it wasn't like she needed it anyway.
As long as he stayed with her, that was all she wanted.
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Lost
Poetry" for all eternity, she was blind. But what she could see, was far beyond eyesight could view. " A couple of on the spot one shots and poems, and a fanfic or two. please tell me the artist of the cover if you know! I'll credit him/her! Updated b...
