She fell in love with his mind, because it was dark
and bold
and mystifying
and beautiful.
It was rough
as the surface of the moon,
burned
as the flares of the sun,
and
i n f i n i t e
as the void
of the universe.
Like light, he seeped in through every crack
every corner
every crevice of her thoughts.
And slowly, she felt helpless
as a derailed train
or a crashing plane
or a sinking boat.
He was the prince
the knight
the bad boy with the motorbike.
He was the angel
the mage
the demon akin to Asmodai.
He was in every single
g o d d a m n b o y
she'll ever write.
YOU ARE READING
Of Castles and Dragons
RandomWhere a girl paints with words, because sketches and colors have never been something she's good at.
