I stared burning holes into his back.
Oh those broad shoulders, and muscular arms.
If only I could morph into a single drop and trickle down his tanned abs.
Yet why must the cruel world prevent me from wrapping my arms into my love's embrace?
The glistening apple never falls into the hands of a lowlife peasant.
Suddenly, the evil that resides within mortal form, Gina Gilinsky....
Wraps her bony. pale fingers around Brody's waist.
He looks so happy....
My skin glows with rage, but my tears are filled with angst.
Every drop, piece by piece my wounded soul shatters on to the cold dusty floor.
I could almost feel myself free-falling into a pitch black hole.
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Written in the stars (bxb)
Short StoryFelix Anderson's heart is captured in a tight cage of distress, torment and anguish. His mind flooded with memories of the godly Brody Winters. Yet this oh so god of the clouds above doesn't know he exists. Is his infatuation unrealistic or will...
