Chapter 82: Frustrated Confusion.

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~Enzo~

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~Enzo~

'My thoughts though they run rampid....

they always have a way of coming back to you....

those moments we've spent together...

in each others arms, lips pressed together...

the feeling of your touch remains on my skin...

like a secret imprint on my heart....

you've touched a depth I didn't know...

though we stand here today as friends...

You will always hold a piece of my heart....

a special place in my life...

you are the sun, breaking up a clouded day...

the rainbow after my storm....

your the one I think of, to make me smile...

when I feel like breaking down....

and walking away from life itself...

you are what keeps me grounded in the earth...

all this I have hidden from you...

because some wouldn't understand...

just how much you've touched my heart...

so though my thoughts are rampid....

they always stop.... at you...'

-'You' by Corinne on allpoetry.com

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She lives in shadows like I can't see her, she lurks outside my bedroom door like I can't hear her, every time she sees just a glance of me, there she goes again with her stares.

If you are wondering who I am talking about then you clearly haven't been paying attention, every part of me screams at me to hold onto her tight but ever since Manon disappeared on us she has decided to not pay anymore attention to me.

Does that sound selfish? I really don't know, nor do I give a damn.

All I know is that every time I lay my eyes on her and her ending up being caught in my gaze, I cannot look at her eyes for too long because of what I am, the longer I stare the longer her death plays out before me.

If you only thought Freddie still struggles with our Halfdead nature even with how old he is, then you'll get to know that I being his older brother by three years does too get tortured by death.

Being around Tal makes me feel like a mundane, makes me want to be the good guy, makes me want to abandon my usual Halfdead way of living and live entirely for her.

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