It's Not All Roses

It's Not All Roses

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HIM It was the simple things she did that made him go crazy. A curl of the lip to form a small and shy smile, the way her hair twirled and she looked behind her to face him and his cold gaze, the way she chewed the end of her favorite blue pen when she was thinking. All of it he paid attention to- at times he would find he was unintentionally following her with his eyes. It was getting worse the longer he was around her...but he couldn't just walk away from her. There was a pull that wouldn't allow him to wander too far from her, no matter how much he tried to leave he just couldn't will himself to. Her dark black hair and warm purple eyes were so compelling- almost as if she was a fairy in the human realm. Her dainty hands, cold but welcoming and cool along his skin. She wasn't what he wanted originally but over time they spent together, he realized that she is what he needed, and he wasn't going to let her go. HER She was cursed with a gift and called a demon because of it. Her gift was something that she had feared and hated as it was what caused everyone to be pushed away from her. First her parents, then her brother and finally the rest of the little town she came from. The whispers in her head were not of her own but those who were near her- and she hated knowing what they thought. It was often nasty comments about her parents and how she was possessed by evil to speak "lies" that they all knew were true. She was brought to a priest as the "lies" that she spewed were ruining the lives of those closest to her- which only further the doubts of the good of her gift. In order to stop the "evil" from infecting her again she was given a cross made of pure silver and embedded with a small ruby in the center. When she had put it on all the whispers had stopped suddenly. Finally, there was an end to the voices. Picture by EchoInMyMirror
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His eyes told how dark his thoughts were, what devilish aura he shadowed if she accepted him and was ready to listen to him no one could imagine his doings. She only seeks solitude, but he seeks her, and he craves her as if his life depended on her. He is the cause of her pain. She only wishes to go away from all the emotions, but he can never let that happen. He can show his tears to her, but can she wipe them? Maybe God wanted to create an unforgettable story. His aura screams power that no one can deny except bowing. Her soul reflects others' sins for what others fear to acknowledge. Did she hate him for giving her pain? No, she never hated him. She changed herself.. but what change? She loves him! Maybe not... then what changed...? Love, why is it so difficult either to gain or to lose... "I don't like it when you think about things other than me," he said Is this the start of his madness, or is he already drowned in insanity? She is his heart.........She is the eternal echo God cast into existence for his life. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● He is taking every step near to her, his deep dark eyes looking at her serene, calm face... she is looking directly into his deep, dark ebony eyes... she can clearly see the insanity in his eyes... "Sweetheart, I told you not to think about other things.... but why would you like to provoke me... ha, " his voice is deadly low, sending an electrifying jolt. She is just standing in front of him looking into his sinister soul... He touched her cheek gently, rubbing the soft, gentle, dried tear marks.. He kissed her forehead... she closed her eyes, accepting her fate from which she tried to run away.... "Tell me, sweetheart, what punishment should I give him." A dark mysterious smirk playing on his handsome face... "He is your sister's soon to be husband," she said as he didn't know. He chuckled, a mocking, sinister, extremely insane smile

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