His Sun And Moon

His Sun And Moon

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She's probably psychotic. She's unbelievably innocent, doesn't even know the meaning of most cuss words. She loves her pictures and has a horrible sense of direction. She blindly trusts whomever she stumbles upon, causing them to either be touched or take advantage of her pure heart that only wishes to love everyone. She is beautiful, so truly beautiful inside and out. And I don't understand why in Hell's name I can't get her out of my head. She drives me crazy with worry, why does she have to so damn trusting?! For heaven's sakes! She trusted ME of all shitty people. A damned gang leader who almost blew her pretty little head off her petite shoulders. And I have never felt so savagely protective over anyone in my entire life. My beautifully innocent angel.
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"You...You look just like an angel...A dangerous one but still.....an Angel." She attempted to smile at me. Her breathing was forced and ragged. Her forehead was covered in beads of sweat. Whether she felt any pain or not, I felt a thousand knives pierce my heart. I gently caressed her cheek with the back of my hand. All my life I never had a problem getting whatever I want. I was the last child out of four siblings. My parents spoilt me with everything. In every way. They had no problem allowing me to have whatever my heart desired. I was never met with anything I couldn't have. Until her. Until this beautiful woman who was never going to be mine. I wish I could fight to have her. I wish I was faced with a normal challenge that most men do when they were in love. A normal challenge would occasionally be them trying to prove their love for their woman, or compete for her hand if there was another man after her. I would love to compete but how could I ever compete with something which is not a being of any sort? How was I ever going to compete or battle against something I could never touch or see? How could I beat it if it is the one she has chosen to go with? How could I ever take away the freedom of choice? How could I ever compete with Death?

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