Intentions
She was never the first to come to mind when you think 'evil'. Her intentions were pure as the first snow on the first day of winter, filled with innocent laughs and loving memories. She was never filled with hatred and tainted sins of anger, but instead full of happiness and joy from the first ray of sunshine on a bright summer's day.
She was a heroine at heart, always ready to face what was coming, no matter how scary or intimidating. Her heart was filled with kind, understanding feelings that could soothe the greatest of beasts. Her face was lined with an aura that could see through everyone's poker face, just like the ones with the sweetest pasts to the ones who live in a tragic cycle.
She saw through everyone and everything, and she definitely saw through him. She saw through him like a freshly washed window on a bright summer's day. She saw through his actions, full of hatred from the many lonely years he'd suffered through. She saw through his bravado, full of bluffs and stories to tell, with no truth behind the forsaken lies. She saw through it all. This was never her intention; it was beyond her will to even the greatest heights. It was a natural ability, given to her from the day she was born.
He, on the other hand, had a much more different story to tell.
He was never the first to come to mind when you think of happy and joyous days, filled with unicorns and rainbows, prancing on a field with no worries or troubles. His intentions were selfish, full of greed, and tainted with the sins he'd committed. They were as horrifying as a monster that could rip out your heart and devour it, full of fear and anger, with nothing to satisfy the everlasting hunger. His past is filled with isolation and solitude, from abandonment to the worst things a universe could face.
His heart was filled with darkness, with the hatred collected over the years. He was ready to take on revenge, and never afraid to get rid of anyone that stood in his way. His heart had been tainted with the sins he'd committed, the wrongs he'd done, and all the hatred that was ever so visible on his face.
He also had the remarkable ability, to see through everything and everyone, though unlike her, his intentions with this gift were full of angst. He despised the way children would cry when their mothers and fathers abandoned them for a mere minute. He would look away at a happy couple passing by, always acting so in-love, for the one emotion he'd never ever have. And yet, he also saw through her.
He saw through that fake bravado and the confident smile that was always plastered on her face for years to come. He'd secretly pray for her to falter in her most desperate times, to be as helpless as an unborn child, slowly dying in its' mothers belly. He saw her as a blank shell, filled with nothing but sweet lies for what's to come in the future. He didn't care anymore, not at all for the intentions that buried his own into a path of confusion. With intentions as pure as hers, his seemed like a crime, with nothing to declare, filled with anger that turned to nothingness, waiting for death to come.
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