Just an old one-shot I posted on my DA a while ago.
I look up into his eyes. Those beautiful, crystal blue eyes. Gorgeous. Pools of innocence and purity. The man standing in front of me could be an angel. God's little gift to me. As if I deserved one. He looks down at me, suspended in the air. A smile frozen on his face. I gently place one hand on his cheek and softly stroke his face, as if a mother to a frightened child. Tears stream down the blonde's face and I smile.
His eyes. They're my obsession. He's my obsession. No matter the situation at hand, he'll be okay. He must. For me. We're each others' obsession. He looks like a porcelain doll. So perfect and cold. Stroking his cheek is like stroking ice.
It's my fault. I shouldn't have let him love me. Shouldn't have let him in. But he knew my secrets and still chose to stay! Silly, foolish man! I can't be mad at him though. Because I can't get over it. The pain. Tears. Heart-breaking. Darkness. Loss. My poor blonde is leaving this world to be in a better place and I'm sad.
This is a mad world. We always promised we'd be together. Forever. It all happened in September. Remember September? We swore, under our love, him and I'd be safe and sound. Forever. But it went downhill. Because of me. Now my crystal-eyed man is suspended in air, breathing his last breath in front of me.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to," I whisper, fighting back my inevitable tears.
He looks at me with the sweetest expression. The most caring smile and whispers his last verse, "Don't worry about it Cry."
Sad, huh? It sure made me cry while typing it and rereading it for the first time in quite a bit~
