A Mind of Beauty

A Mind of Beauty

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|C O M I N G S O O N| "Nyctophobia: extreme or irrational fear of the night or darkness" Luna was always afraid of the darkness of the night because of her fear of the night and dark. In her mind, dusk brought out sinful creatures and atrocious times. Amaro believed he was a creature of the night because of his insomnia. When the night was alive, he was alive with it; he wandered in the shadows for an adventure to carry him. He comes in for a surprise when he finds a light to his darkness; a light that doesn't want to illuminate his dreary world. But in the end, the dark night needs the bright moon as the light needs the darkness to shine. *** His dark eyes roamed her face in the shadows as she took heavy breaths to calm her racing heartbeat. He couldn't help but raise his hand slowly towards her face to move away the stray curls from her face -- his heart racing in miles. Both of them froze when his hand grazed her soft cheek -- her in alarm and him in awe, wondering how electrifying his touch on her could be. ___________________________________________ This is not a supernatural story.
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I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.

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