Star-crossed Lovers
Ryo Angel
PG-13 (for now)
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Prologue
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Ever wondered about the beauty of darkness? How it entrances and snares the light? How the light chases the ever alluring darkness and never captures it? Goodness always looks towards evil and resists its temptations. Evil beckons and seduces. Forever we are lusting after it, hungrily we go seeking it, yet turns away when offered it, clinging to the light, to the warmth.
Everyone wants to be hurt, to be beaten and tortured until they scream and cry, but the pain of it all... they remember only the pain, never the pleasure. The carnel pleasure of not knowing what comes next, of "being in the dark". It burns in each of us, enticing us. And only in the beauty of regret that we learn.
We learn the pain of losing something precious, something that we love more than life itself. And it is only through regret that we understand why it is precious, why we loved it. But it is also through regret that we begin to hate. Ourselves for not understanding. It for being lost. Opportunities come and go with a fleeting kiss and hug. And then life stops and makes you wonder.
A person lives in the light, sun up, sun down. And they sleep another night. It is the night that holds the secrets. It is in the night that lies the passionate affairs, the timid first kisses, the heated break-ups and the first embraces. And we are all afraid of the night. Because only in the night do we show our true selves. Only in the night do we cast off our masks and take part in the carnel pleasure that seems to elude us all. Only in the night are we truly free.
I've often chased the darkness and lusted after its shadow caresses. I want to be lost, to be hidden from the light that touches everything. And once, I nearly succeeded. I wanted it so much, the solitary shadows, the whispering delight of darkness, but in the end, I was too scared to enter its realm, so now I live in the light, forever wondering about the darkness I lost.
I embrace the shadows timidly, wondering when the time will come when I am free again. Wondering when the time will come when I will meet with my dark prince again.
It was a wicked game he played with me, teasing me, taunting me until I nearly broke. I needed him to prove myself. I had thought that I was the one in control, that I would be the one to break him and... and what? I never figured out what I would do after he fell in love with me... and I certainly never anticipated falling in love with him. He was too far gone, too lost for me to ever catch hold.
Tom Riddle. The one who cast out the darkness in me. The one who had never lived in the light. The one whose darkness I now craved.
The man I love.
Lord Voldemort
The one I must now destroy.
Ryo Angel
PG-13 (for now)
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Prologue
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Ever wondered about the beauty of darkness? How it entrances and snares the light? How the light chases the ever alluring darkness and never captures it? Goodness always looks towards evil and resists its temptations. Evil beckons and seduces. Forever we are lusting after it, hungrily we go seeking it, yet turns away when offered it, clinging to the light, to the warmth.
Everyone wants to be hurt, to be beaten and tortured until they scream and cry, but the pain of it all... they remember only the pain, never the pleasure. The carnel pleasure of not knowing what comes next, of "being in the dark". It burns in each of us, enticing us. And only in the beauty of regret that we learn.
We learn the pain of losing something precious, something that we love more than life itself. And it is only through regret that we understand why it is precious, why we loved it. But it is also through regret that we begin to hate. Ourselves for not understanding. It for being lost. Opportunities come and go with a fleeting kiss and hug. And then life stops and makes you wonder.
A person lives in the light, sun up, sun down. And they sleep another night. It is the night that holds the secrets. It is in the night that lies the passionate affairs, the timid first kisses, the heated break-ups and the first embraces. And we are all afraid of the night. Because only in the night do we show our true selves. Only in the night do we cast off our masks and take part in the carnel pleasure that seems to elude us all. Only in the night are we truly free.
I've often chased the darkness and lusted after its shadow caresses. I want to be lost, to be hidden from the light that touches everything. And once, I nearly succeeded. I wanted it so much, the solitary shadows, the whispering delight of darkness, but in the end, I was too scared to enter its realm, so now I live in the light, forever wondering about the darkness I lost.
I embrace the shadows timidly, wondering when the time will come when I am free again. Wondering when the time will come when I will meet with my dark prince again.
It was a wicked game he played with me, teasing me, taunting me until I nearly broke. I needed him to prove myself. I had thought that I was the one in control, that I would be the one to break him and... and what? I never figured out what I would do after he fell in love with me... and I certainly never anticipated falling in love with him. He was too far gone, too lost for me to ever catch hold.
Tom Riddle. The one who cast out the darkness in me. The one who had never lived in the light. The one whose darkness I now craved.
The man I love.
Lord Voldemort
The one I must now destroy.