Beauty. Something that every man searches for, something that causes the fall of gods and kings Pure, untouchable perfect beauty. To be beautiful is to be loved, adored. To be obsessed with. Beauty requires you to be perfect. A nice smile, hair that rivals that of Athena's, a body that only the gods are allowed to touch for only the gods can make something so perfect. To be beautiful, is to be cursed.
I was beautiful once.
Hair the color of flames in the darkest of nights.
Eyes the color of the forest's leaves and moss, right after it rains.
A smile as bright as the sun, as it filters through the windows while the mockingbirds sing of good morning.
A body, that only the gods were allow to touch.. because only the gods could make something so perfect.
I was beautiful, once.
Before I met him.
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Eyes of Stone
RandomI'm drunk writing this, but its about Medusa. Like it? I'm only gonna touch this book when I'm drinking. Let me know what you think. 😉
