* (A/n) I was listening to this song all day, on repeat, when I got an idea for this chapter. I done even know if its any good but I mean, I like it sooo.... *
I don't know how someone can be so perfect.
Messy hair that parts to one side, cheeks that glow blood red, light pink lips that seemed so fragile. Even a body that naturally sways so smoothly, so light, as if it was literal air. Skin as smooth as chocolate.
I thought everything about her was perfect, until, I looked into her eyes. Her eyes. They didn't have the same aura as the rest of her. They didn't glow, they weren't fragile. Quite the opposite really. They were cold as ice. Not even a ray of brightness penetrating them. I could see that they some kind of darkness. They looked empty. They were absolutely-
Dead.
YOU ARE READING
Mysterious
PoetryLove is different for all of us. Some is given. Some is taken. Some is one-sided. Some isn't. Hate is different for all of us. Some is given. Some is taken. Some is one-sided. Some isn't.
