anonomous19
Mystery. Mystery is what surrounded her, filled her, filled her lungs, filled her heart and her soul.
Darkness. Darkness was what nourished her, what made shine from within like nothing else, as she was the only one who ever survived darkness so dense and complete as the darkness in which she was born.
The darkness lived in her fragile body, it swished through it, rumbled against the physical bounds of who she was, ready to burst out at any given moment, to work for her. Yes. Some would even say, that she IS darkness herself.
She was a woman so crazy, everyone feared her.
It was only a question of time until he would notice her. Oh, and how he noticed her, she was the greatest being that his appearance had ever stumbled across.
Was he scared of her, or at least intimidated by her reckless appearance? No.
But he felt the power that radiant from within her, he could taste the moldly flavor of darkness that surrounded her on the tip of his tongue.
He knew she was special.
And he knew that beneath all of thr darkness, she was just as crazy as him.