~ HIS ANGEL BOY SERIES, BOOK 1 ✔ ~
"Don't try to fool yourself into thinking you didn't feel anything, Leto."
"I don't have to fool myself as I don't feel anything for you."
"Don't lie, don't make me do something I might regret."
"I doubt a creature...
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'Rain descends from the clouds above. The darkness looms, covers and devours your love.
Leaves fall, die and turn to dust. Inside you is this burning lust.
A desire to be free. To open your eyes and see. To see such beauty and splendor standing before you.
Standing in radiance, covered only by your soft and flowing hair.
Locked within your gaze, I can't help but to stare. To hold your body in my arms, bare.
Your silky skin against mine, so perfect and fine.
Breasts to breasts and lips to lips. Pull my hair and hold my hips.
Daylight breaks and now you are gone.
Like a gentle breeze, I feel your touch but it quickly fades.
All that remains are painful memories that cut like blades.'
-'Autumn Leaves' by Aripari on powerpoetry.com.
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Current day- 2031
I'd always thought that I was the type of person who knew how and when to say 'no', but the more I think about myself the more I think back to that day when I realised I could no longer recall just what 'type' of person I actually am.
How long has it exactly been? How long have I been sitting in this darkened room gathered in old withered blankets with the smell of something rotten that I have long forgotten laying somewhere, with my many stacks of old coffee stained forgotten letters of a love I would wish my heart to forever forget.
When they left- when he left, I was left here alone to fend for myself on a level that got me thinking that all the promises, all the oaths that he had given me were all broken, all shattered into nothingness, all has no meaning of what our 'love' meant.
Even now I can hear his words in my head tormenting me, threatening to come back in human form if human is what you would call him; if you let him in just a little he will come all the way in thinking you are his to do anything he wishes with. In his own twisted fucked up way I guess he did somehow love me even though to anyone who would look at him you would think he is some kind of freak if you really saw him in his true colours.
I think I may have started my story on the wrong foot and rambled on a little too long; shall I begin to before I met him? Or shall it begin like most stories do- or rather to where it all crumbled to ruins? I have decided against all my good nature if 'good' is my nature, to begin to just before the time where I met him. ~
A/N (authors note)
Don't kill me yet if you think this is it, the story begins in the next chapter.
