In the silence there is one voice, like silk, pure and healing. In the darkness there is one light , bright and stunning. All the paths in the damp and cold world lead to one person. She stands upon the stage under the glowing lights; yet she herself out glows it all. She does not recite her lined, she preforms them. They sound as if it is truly her woe that has passed. She glistens in the light like a star fallen from heaven. In this instance it is only she and I. Nobody else exists when it is she and I. Sadly, there is no spotlight on me. I speak not grand words of sadness or joy. I speak nothing for she has stolen my heart and my tongue along with.
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The Jealousy of a Caged Angel
HorrorYoung protagonist finds themself in love with an actress that they've never even met, although it seems that love has mutated into obsession, and that obsession into jealousy, and then jealousy into death. Love is such a dangerous thing when it star...
