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Strange Love[HIATUS]
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I wanted to battle through his soul, but he gave me war.
"I want-" He stopped. Brushing his hand down his hair.
"Never mind what I want." His voice was quieter now.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"You," He stared in my eyes. "Always you."
So determined, all for nothing.
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He was handsome beyond dreams, beyond nightmares. He was like snow, beautiful but cold. But he wasn't just pretty, he was ethereal and cunning. He wore the smell of blood and death like a perfume.
She was a beautiful, a tempting sin. She was the moonlight in the darkness, beautiful but far away. Her smile was pure and innocent while her eyes were chaos. She wore her wounds as wisdom.
They were like moths attracted to the light, they were attracted to their strange love.
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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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