Ah... She is my evening star that I will always guide home to. She is my sun and moon and my stars and my world. If only it was I, the dog that lags at her feet. To smell her sweet perfume and to be pet by her delicate hands, what bliss that would be. How soft her lap would be to rest my weary head on and have her hand rest upon me. I would give anything to touch her painted hand. To be a beggar whom she tosses a coin or a child on the streets whom she hands a slice of bread. From upon the balcony I may see her from afar, but my heart aches to know of her beauty up close.
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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...
