Black Heart

Those dark green eyes paralyzed me, their depths enveloping me and I continued to find myself only wanting to sink deeper and deeper. His hand brushed across my cheek, tenderly caressing it as he tucked a few loose strands of hair behind my ear. Only he could do this to me. Only he had the power to control my actions, my words, even my thoughts at times.
He came closer. His face was only a few inches from mine. I wanted to close the gap myself, but waiting made the touch all the more real and wonderful, and everything I had hoped it to be. He was gentle, not like other boys his age. No, he wasn’t a boy, classifying him as that was too wrong. He was a man. Cool, calm, confident and as he held me, protectively, lovingly, I knew there would be no other like him.
Our embrace was short lived. When he let go, a piece of myself broke, and when he left, I shattered. He knew it was the end and he never told me. I should have forgotten, given in to other temptations, but even through his lies I loved him. He did so much wrong yet I forgave him. Is this my curse for loving a Dark Prince?