Finding Love

Finding Love

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The fallen Maple leaf🍁 When the leaves fell with grace I stood there breathing into the Autumn winds that encouraged the fall of those fragile yet brave looking leaves. Falling in love with the courage they displayed, the way they'd flaunt their fall was something I had never seen of. Rose-Tinted glasses were already placed on my eyes for when the first time my eyes layed on the tree. For the first time after a very long wait the journey of the first step began. Listening to the crunch they made everytime the leaf was crushed beneath my feet made me even more excited to hold my first perfect leaf. With gleaming eyes and a very happening soul I hold the one that held my heart. Admiring the perfection with the satisfaction of the desire being fulfilled I flaunt the fallen leaf with pride swelling my heart. For I now began painting the leaf with all the beautiful colours I could grab, enhancing and exaggerating my obsession over the very same leaf. But now I stand baffled as I realise the painting turned out to be better and the leaf looked alot more like it never held beauty at all. Afraid of the pride that might shatter in no time I panic and accuse the leaf and pray and hope that maybe somehow it turns out to be as I have always imagined it to be. The Rose-Tinted glasses fell off of my eyes and I could only see what the leaf was always about. Wasn't expectations in love and refusing to look over the already displayed truth the same? Weren't we always painting a picture far beyond what it's real nature was all about? Didn't we over look every flaw because we were too blind with pride? Wasn't it after all our very own doing?
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Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. "I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away. "Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine. "Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board. "What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited. "Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice. "Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears. .. She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.

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