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Author's notes: Just want to warn readers that this is a very weird fic. I don't even know who's POV it is. I just know who this person is talking about. You can blame the oddity of this fic to Universities who insist on turning in personal statements. Yes, I'm not done with those damned things! ::slaps forehead:: Anyway, I own nothing, just borrowing them for a second of weirdness.
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I cannot stand the way she looks at me. Those cerulean eyes…glass like when light reflects upon them. So fragile…so surreal. Yet the fiery flames that burn within her, commands fascination even from someone like me. It brings out a paradox from her person. How can someone be so delicate and strong?
I have not met anyone like her. I hope I don't. It already is hard for me to deal with her. I don't need another one to remind me of my weakness.
I cannot stand holding her like this. Her soft breathing lulls me to sleep. Her flowing hair spreads over my chest, reminding me of a fan made of golden silk. Her hands are small and smooth compared to mine. It is only right to be so. Her slick flesh rubs roughly against mine as she stirs in her slumber. She unconsciously tightens her hold on me. Are her dreams full of happiness?
Her laughter rings in my ears and I cannot stand it. It is melodious like the bells of St. Augustine. I often come there—scents of incense and candles burning my mind. But I could never get passed those doors. The blood in my soul prevents me so. She, on the other hand, is capable of doing so. If she wills it, she can pass the gates of Heaven without much difficulty. Or perhaps, even pass the gates of Hell unscathed. Her purity dares no one to touch her.
She cannot save me. More so, she is the one who will condemn me. She brings out the demon in me. I can feel it in the air. She will bring forth my undoing.
I can feel her porcelain body slipping from my fingertips. Her tears will do nothing to halt it. Nor will her dainty hands be able to cling to me. She will be lost to me. It is how it has been.
Her love is too overwhelming for me. I cannot bare it. I cannot stand smirching her like this.
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