~PRINCESSE~

~PRINCESSE~

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************* Je regarde par la fenêtre,la mine triste . "Ma vie est nulle " Ce n'est que quelques secondes plus tard que je remarque que je l'ai dit à haute voix. -Ta vie est nulle tandis que tu vie dans une grosse maison et que tu as des femmes de ménages pour faire ton lit le matin . Je regarde en bas .Je vois un garçon avec les cheveux ténébreux .Il me regarde avec un sourire malicieux. -Je déteste les filles comme toi.Elles ne sont jamais satisfaites de leur vie de princesse. Je lui lance un regard noir. -Tu sauras que le bonheur ne ce réside pas seulement dans les biens matériels. Son sourire disparaît un instant mais revient aussitôt. -Finalement je t'aime bien,toi. Et il part,les mains dans les poches . ***********
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****Copyrighted**** 'Tell me you don't feel it.' He whispered against my lips, and the trembling that had ceased at the feel of his lips against mine began again with renewed vigor. 'Tell me it's not what you want, and I'll go. You'll never have to see me again.' Swallowing, I looked up at the eyes that had entranced me from the start. I took in his every feature, slowly and deliberately. I thrilled at the feeling of his arms enfolding me, and I inhaled his familiar scent with a trembling breath. And then, then I did the most foolish thing imaginable: I flung my arms about his neck and kissed him with all that I had, almost losing myself in the safety and security I felt. But more than that, I ran. I took his moment of shock, the slight loosing of his arms about me, and tore myself away from him, shoving out the door and into the rain. I suppose I'll never know why he didn't follow me. It was the thing I feared most. I knew that if he came for me a second time, I wouldn't be able to say 'no'. I wouldn't be able to run. But I had to. I had to go. I couldn't let him be hurt because of me. He would live on now, and I would marry another. I had leased my last bit of passion in that one moment in his arms, and as I made my way through the dark streets, I felt myself become dull and lost like the creatures bound in the menagerie. **Much of this was written when I was younger and then I came back later and finished it. There will likely be mistakes. Lots of them.

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