Heart Of Stone
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Last published Fri, Mar 6, 2015
"What do you want from me?" I looked up through my wet lashes. I was tired and weak. My arms, limp by my sides. My breathing, weak. I felt my tears slip away and down my face before I could stop them. He stood without a song of his voice. His eyes stayed on my face, intent and detailed. I watched as he stood up at the dropping clear water from my face. "I want many things from you. But that would be selfish. I want to know what you want from me." he spoke smoothly and calmly as he cleared my face of tears on one perfect flick. "I....I don't know what I want anymore. I'm lost. Please." I dropped my face in silent shame as the pain in my chest worsened. "I would like permission first." I could feel his eyes search me. I nodded once and waited. His hand gently lifted my face to his by the chin. His deep eyes pierced me and caused me to sob. His eyebrow scrunched at my action and his jaw tightened up. I felt my muscles tense at his worriedness and mixed dominance. His serious mask never faded as he leaned lcoser to me, causing me to hold my breath. "I will find you, Harmony." he kept his eyes in mine as he leaned in closer. I leaned a little closer to him, feeling his breath dance on my skin. "I will never let you go. I promise." he murmured one last time. Before long, he placed his lips to mine in absolute love. This was my heart of stone. My peace of completed forever. My heart stuttered in fear. Not of him but of that I knew I was losing him.
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