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//A long, narrow face...
Tilted sapphire eyes framed in thick black lashes...
Elegant, split eyebrows...
High cheekbones and a small but full mouth...
Tears wound their way down pale cheeks to drip off the defined jaw, landing on hands that rose and touched shorn locks of ginger.//
I Love Him.
//The full mouth dipped to brush the one in the picture. Cold glass.
He shrieked, throwing the frame to the ground and shattering it in a fit of sorrowed anger.//
He Loves Her.
Whispered promises in the night. A body poised above his own, platinum blond hair falling like a curtain around him. A single cry and his lover soothes with sweet words, viciously taking him.
Liar.
Awake in the dark, crying, pain blossoming like some ugly flower throughout him. Proof of his beloved's lust for him, his hatred for him, his need to dominate and destroy...
Alone.
//The hands gracefully lift a small brush, lining the sapphire eyes in black.//
Watching from the high balcony as his lover kisses Her, threading hands into the soft, dark hair and holding Her tight against him. He watches as the blond takes Her in the garden, gentle and loving, holding Her and whispering words of love to Her afterwards.
Sinking to the floor, sobbing, as he cuts himself over and over, watching as his blood spills on the white marble, dripping off the side to, no doubt, puddle far below.
He Hates Me Because She Is Beautiful.
//A larger brush is chosen to accent the high cheekbones in a subtle blush, dark eyes staring in the mirror with hatred.//
A waltz and he watches as his beloved dances with Her, laughing and smiling, eyes not leaving Her form. She is lovely.
An arguement later.
"Why can't you be more like her?! She's perfect! You are nothing to me! Do you think I could love a man?!"
Crying silently, staring long after he is gone. Perfect. She is Perfect and I am Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. She is Perfect. I should be... Perfect.
Blood on the carpet, on the walls, lying on his back on the bed staring at the ceiling.
I Am Nothing.
//Ginger hair curled softly around the white face.//
An apology days afterward, short and false.
Liar.
Again on his back in the bed, the blond man taking him, hurting him with his forceful thrusts.
The sun rises and he is, again, alone to face the day, cold and crying.
I Love Him.
A gentle kiss between She and his lover. Clasped hands as they speak with the other soldiers.
He Loves Her.
//A Finale for the mouth, he smiles, savagely cutting his wrist and smearing the blood over full parted lips. A woman stares out of the mirror at him, sorrow and hatred in her smouldering eyes.
He turns as the door opens.
His lover takes in the destroyed room, the blood, and turns to him.
A Single Word.
"Treize."
Treize smiles, opening his arms and offering up Nothing but Perfection.//
I Love Him.