Sinful Jade
I can never give up. I know that. I've followed her for so many months already that it's become a habit to stay late at night until the same time in which she sneaks out the castle to swim. I fasten my cloak on and leave the castle; it's so easy to follow her. She is not insecure, she merely walks, looking elsewhere as if she sees something that everybody cannot.
I am upset. Her red hair is flawlessley hitched up to a bun, with only strands covering her face this time. She's still beautiful as ever, her face shining with tiny freckles, her red, glassy lips, she has a small cloak on, and I know she's wearing the same outfit. She has nice legs, they're long and they move gracefully as she takes each step. I am hidden in darkness as she does.
I only wish that I could have her. But as I look at her, I can see the truth glowering more than ever. I am silver, and she is red.
She nears the lake. This time, she seems to be doing it more slowly than ever, as if she's putting on a show for me or something. Her cloak is on the ground, and she unbuttons her shirt, putting that along with the cloak. Methodically, she pulls the skirt down, and I can see her frail body now, in the slight distance in which I am. I manage a quivering uplift of my mouth as I see her take the bun out, her hair wavering to the sides of her shoulders, and she looks more beautiful than I've ever seen.
Instead of plunging or leaping into the water this time, she stops for a moment, her eyes glittering with sadness, folding her arms across her chest, shivering. I've never really seen her shiver much before. It's like she's about to do something she has to think about. She steps into the water, the water splashing over her feet, I can imagine the ice swaying over her small toes, and I can see her taking steadying breaths so she is not afraid. Eyes closed, she draws her arms upwards, and I lean forward, watching her every movement. There are tears rolling down her skin. There's a severe pain inside of her, waiting for explosion that nobody can ever explain. But I've seen that pain. I've been that pain.
Her body is dipped into the water. I wait for several minutes, waiting for her to rise again.
But she doesn't.
I can never give up. I know that. I've followed her for so many months already that it's become a habit to stay late at night until the same time in which she sneaks out the castle to swim. I fasten my cloak on and leave the castle; it's so easy to follow her. She is not insecure, she merely walks, looking elsewhere as if she sees something that everybody cannot.
I am upset. Her red hair is flawlessley hitched up to a bun, with only strands covering her face this time. She's still beautiful as ever, her face shining with tiny freckles, her red, glassy lips, she has a small cloak on, and I know she's wearing the same outfit. She has nice legs, they're long and they move gracefully as she takes each step. I am hidden in darkness as she does.
I only wish that I could have her. But as I look at her, I can see the truth glowering more than ever. I am silver, and she is red.
She nears the lake. This time, she seems to be doing it more slowly than ever, as if she's putting on a show for me or something. Her cloak is on the ground, and she unbuttons her shirt, putting that along with the cloak. Methodically, she pulls the skirt down, and I can see her frail body now, in the slight distance in which I am. I manage a quivering uplift of my mouth as I see her take the bun out, her hair wavering to the sides of her shoulders, and she looks more beautiful than I've ever seen.
Instead of plunging or leaping into the water this time, she stops for a moment, her eyes glittering with sadness, folding her arms across her chest, shivering. I've never really seen her shiver much before. It's like she's about to do something she has to think about. She steps into the water, the water splashing over her feet, I can imagine the ice swaying over her small toes, and I can see her taking steadying breaths so she is not afraid. Eyes closed, she draws her arms upwards, and I lean forward, watching her every movement. There are tears rolling down her skin. There's a severe pain inside of her, waiting for explosion that nobody can ever explain. But I've seen that pain. I've been that pain.
Her body is dipped into the water. I wait for several minutes, waiting for her to rise again.
But she doesn't.