A/N: Blah. This is unoriginal. But once I started writing it, I couldn't stop. It sort of contains a spoiler…but only if you know who it's talking about. Read and review, please.
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Her skin is as white as snow, her eyes as black as hell; her body as fragile as crystal; her mind in undying torment. Her face is like the stars in the sky, lighting up my cold and lonely nights; my love for her like the ocean waves, never, ever ceasing. Our dreams were like the setting sun, and our fears like the rising. The pain she bears strips her of her sanity, like winter strips the trees of their leaves. The beautiful light which once radiated from her smile grows dim; I only pray it will not be extinguished.
Tormented, trapped in an everlasting darkness, she cried to me for help—but I could do nothing. She believes that she has grown immune to this darkness, unaware that it is slowly eating her from the inside out.
Our love was once sweet and innocent; now it is twisted and distorted. I remember vaguely, a long time ago, when she would truly smile at me, and I would know that she was happy. Now there is no happiness. Our joy has long since died, and there is nothing left but bitter darkness. Fear, hatred, and pain have besieged our hearts, leaving room for nothing else.
I cannot live with it. Our love is an infection that is killing us slowly. She is my cure. She is the only thing I want, the only thing I need, and the one thing I cannot have. She is my greatest lust and desire; without her, I have no wish to live.
I want her. I want her wholly. She is my obsession. My only purpose in life. My greatest nightmare is not dying alone, but dying without her.
The Jyuunishi's curse is not the transformation we make, but the love that we are denied.
She is my curse.