princesa please, i love you.
he cries out, in the dark, as she fades from the touch of his rough fingertips. sitting up, he runs his hands through his dark hair.
tears trail their way down his face, and he clenches his teeth as he feels a noise coming out of his throat.
she was so beautiful, so cruel to him.
he showered her with compliments, love, the beautiful thoughts of his naive mind, his heart, she accepted them and shoved him away. her hair was gold, her eyes were blue, a cold, icy, bare hue that captivated him.
he only wanted her love, a touch to his beating heart, a reminder that he was kind, he was worth it, he was good enough.
he touches his chest, feels his heart underneath his skin with frigid hands, and he falls back onto the pillow, letting his eyelids flicker as he forgets her for the thousandth time,
only to dream of her when he closes his bloodshot eyes.
