It was- no, it will never be easy.
And he took a step closer towards the door that separated him from the cause of his happiness and heartache- his beloved one.
He knew from the beginning, really. But he was fooled by the small thread of hope that maybe, just maybe, the clouds would open up and get closer to the awaiting horse. The light blinded him enough to not even sense reality. And yet…
He took another step.
Reminiscence. It always made him tread on the thin string that divided madness from sanity. They say love makes one do strange things. And he begs to differ. Love makes one a fool, a naïve weak being. The carnivore viewed him as one. As an herbivore. An omnivore at best, but nothing more. He was just an instrument to rid his lust. Be it lust for battle or for sexual acts.
A step closer to secretary's room. The room that the skylark resided in.
A tattooed hand reached for the doorknob, hesitating ever so slightly. What would the whimsical boy desire today? A spar or a fuck? Perhaps both. The hand of the uncertain man turned the doorknob.
"You are late," the silhouette from besides the window spoke. "Shall I discipline you? I'll bite you to death."
He knew from the beginning. He truly did. It would all end in heartache. And the skylark would feel nothing, continuing to fly boundlessly.
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Please be kind, this is after all my first 'story' if you can even call it that. Criticism would be nice and so would some random fangirling. Go nuts with reviewing~