I scrutinize closely yet distantly from behind a tree and accede out a preventable sigh.
She sits there, delicately perched on a rock, her full awareness directed to that lengthy grimy haired fool.
A fairly firm growl ripples all the way through my chest as he touches his hand to hers and I find I have to clench my teeth harshly together to suppress it.
I'm standing here, over looking pain, self pity flowing within me.
Never before in my long existent life have I encountered anything like the glorious dream sitting several yards away from me.
Her dark hair a canvas on her back, the sensuous protrude and part of her pink lips, the blush in her pale cheeks, her remote chocolate eyes….
The rain patters lightly from above and the slightest tilt of her head drives her scent into me.
A fury forms, my toes curl violently in my shoes….. and I have to abruptly slide down the tree I'm leaning on and place my head in my hands.
You monster, you shameful horrid monster
The wreathing beast is once again within me, ticking, dying to escape, wanting her.
I shuffle up fast as I hear the exciting acceleration of her blood pulsing within her.
The lines of her face distort into an effortless form of astonishment and awe.
Awe for him most likely.
The stories the mindless dupe is feeding her are nonetheless true, yet as his physical thoughts ram their way into my mind of what he thinks of her I find the a different type of loathsome within me.
I have to once again demand myself to the ground, my cowardice hands surfacing to my skull.
The most excruciating pain forms a puncture in me. The pain of knowing something is there that can never be.
If I can only capture her thoughts, to know what she is feeling.
Rosalie calls me a bamboozled fool at my thinking, but the pull and push negativity in my mind is unstable. My mind is a malnourished seed of the being sitting forth.
I hear a barking laugh and silently turn my head sharply, all senses alert.
Their running now, his black pullover detained over her head.
Laughing, smiling as the rain hardens and they make their way to her red truck.
A small chuckle escapes me.
This boy shows confidence in the fact that he once drove that ramshackle tin.
I observe carefully as she sits in the drivers seat, the ignition roaring to life.
Ha, he's still smiling to himself as he walks over to the passenger's side and shuts the door.
The obtuse cranium he carries on his neck anchors my view of her and a smile is still clipped in place as he rolls down the window and leans his bronze arms out of it.
They drive, together, into the distance and I could still hear her laughter through his mind.
The cascading rain drops bullets, drenching my soul.
The growl that rips through me at that moment almost startles me and I bring my face up forth to the down pour and let it wet my visage.
I run, wretchedly, my non-pulsing heart thrumming a rhythm of love.