~ 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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~Underworld Edom~
~Clementine~
'It hurt her;
every single bits and pieces of
flowers she vomits;
they tasted like sandpaper,
they hurt like the feeling of being stabbed in
the back by the person you love the most (both
physically and
emotionally),
but what hurt her the most is that he wasn't really worth dying for-
but she was afraid of losing him;
of forgetting the feeling of loving him.'
-'Hanahaki' by Rica on Hello Poetry.
~
Sitting here on my cold hard throne, drumming the fingers on my skeleton hand against the skin on my fleshy knee while the man that has so long had my heart is happy- happy with someone else up there and I am forever stuck down here to fade away.
When he was my husband, he was so kind and so careful with me, he would carry me to bed when I had done too much, he would brush my hair and even braid it. I wish I could have him back, he was only mine for the sole reason that he would forget the person he is with now.
He became my husband back when my soul was younger, I was a fool in love with a man who I knew I would never have the pleasure as having as my own.
For centuries I have agonised over it, I have turned myself batshit crazy over the fact that I can't have him and yet I still love him.
If I still feel, I hope this is still love.
~
~somewhere in Scandinavia, early 6th Century~
(A/N this is a flashback)
He cuts away corn from the field as I watch him from afar, I am sitting on a log making a flower chain for a headpiece I have been working on for the Winter Solstice dance that is next week for my younger sister in the little garden my Father made and I am at the age of 16.
He is 20 already and I am infatuated with him, I watch him all day as he works on the farm across from my parents' house, the winter has broken in and the chill has taken its effect on my already frail body, if my Mother were to come out she'd be very disappointed in me.
You see, as a small child I was known as 'the sickly child' my bones have never been strong, one small fall or one little bump and I could be on bedrest for a month. For this reason alone I have been avoided at all means necessary, my family tell me that I have this problem because I am a clumsy girl and I should be more aware of my surroundings.
