I can only imagine how bright her eyes must sparkle when they are but an inch from mine. How sweet her hair must smell as she rest her head upon my shoulder. Her skin must be as smooth as ivory when I hold it in my hand. The wonders of the stars have fallen on her cheeks in a constellation of freckles and my heart's longing is to trace my fingers over the star signs on her skin. Her songs are that of angels. If only she would sing a song for me and only me.
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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...
