She is an untouched canvas, glimmering in its purity.
The first time I saw her, I wanted to destroy it.
The second time I saw her, I wanted to replace it with my darkness.
The third, I wanted to lock it somewhere safe and never let her go.
The fourth, I...
It doesn't matter, because she and I? We are not supposed to be together, not in this lifetime, or the next.
We are doomed.
He is broken, but is still as beautiful as a kaleidoscope of broken glass.
The first time I saw him, I was enthralled.
The second time, I wanted to run as far as possible.
The third, I had no choice to but to be his.
The fourth, and the fifth, and the fiftieth, I wanted to hold him and never let him go.
He thinks we are not supposed to be together. That if we does, his darkness will engulf my light. But little does he know, that when darkness and light kiss, something beautiful is formed.
We are doomed. But all hope isn't lost...