He was pulling the strings now.
The red strings, red from her blood.
Her blood that contained her love.
He held them harshly, making her suffer from loneliness.
He, seeing it, wished he held the strings.
But fate was set, he would never hold them.
Unless, the strings 'he' held, were normally white.
If she would just see how he loved her.
With whole his heart.
She only has eyes for him.
The one who's holding her strings.
The strings wrapped around her body.
Tears run.
'Why is he doing this?'
He doesn't care.
'How can I be holding her strings when my hands are wide open?'
Because he tries to get them off, the strings absorb more blood.
He curses his misfortune.
"Why doesn't she irritated 'him'?"
'She doesn't see, but I can feel her strings…
…they're slowly coming my way…
Why do you resist?
Why don't you just come?
Why don't you open you're eyes and see what you need to see?'
Her eyes slowly dart off to her side.
She sees a shadow.
She focuses…
…seeing spiky hair.
Tears run down her cheeks.
'Leave me alone!'
He pulls and pulls…
…but doesn't get his hands free.
His red eyes glowing dangerously.
"I don't have time for this."
'Please, why are you hurting yourself?'
He reaches out his hand…
…hoping she will reach out too.
His blue eyes wander off to red ones
'Please…'
She sees red eyes, glowing dangerously
It hurts
She turns her eyes and feels a warmth approaching her
Without knowing it…
…her hand reaches out.
Two hands find each other…
…fingers get entangled…
…Strings get loose…
…one gets his freedom…
…and real love gets its rightful place.
