Ah thanks to my reviewers, as always. I've decided that instead of saying
"the more reviews I get.. lala" I'm going to set a standard each time I
post a chapter. The new standard is a total of 35 reviews. I don't mean 35
new ones, just I won't post again till my new total of reviews goes to 35,
or until it's pretty damn close and then someone convinces me to write
more, which I doubt will happen. Anyways, keep that in mind if you're
debating on whether or not to bother with a review, and I hope you enjoy
the new installment.
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Michael had stumbled upon a ruthless love hate relationship that he was soon becoming to loathe. No, it wasn't between Selene and himself; it was between himself and someone else, something else.
The light.
Never once did they doubt each other's purpose in their lives, never once did either of them stop to think it over. To Selene, Michael was her warmth, her light, a hand to guide her out of the shadows of the abounded alleyway. To Michael, Selene was the same in a sense, a guide in this world of cliche battles and worn out family lies. They were a source of guidance for each other, each a source of their own light.
Michael's light was the one of a classic movie hero, bold and daring, willing to risk it all for his love. Selene's was a dark light, shadowed always by the risk of a second thought, of a manipulation, at times vulnerable at others stronger than death itself. Each light would flicker in it's own time, each would glow it's brightest at another. But one thing Michael never liked to think, was when one light would burn out.
The light was both a friend and an enemy to him, flickering back and forth between the fine lines of deception and honesty, always willing him to doubt and believe in it. Every night he would run home, willing himself to race time, to beat the sunset.
The sunset, it was like a symbol, a sign for him. During the day she was untouchable, left to sleep and leaving him to wander around in the vague brightness of the world, with no one beside him. The hours of the day would go by, till he saw the sun beginning to dip it self into the horizon, and he knew it was his chance, his time.
Michael had always been a lover of the light, weary of the darkness. He could easily spend hours upon hours at the beach, loving everything about it. He had always loved the crisp brown color his skin would turn, loved the soft pink flush that he would watch a girl friend of his would turn, before it slipped into a color to match his own. He loved diving into the water, always a cold shock after the hours spent in the warmth. It was a nice relaxation at first, a nice coolness from the heat he was used to. But he never wanted to stay, always in the end wanted to go back to the warmth.
Once, during one of the first nights that Selene and Michael had spent together, he had talked to her about it, about the beach. He had grown up in New Jersey, and loved to travel down to the beach during every summer, loved to live the warmth, to breathe in every aspect of it. He told her all of his secret loves for it, all of the things he had snuck out into the middle of the night to do. At the time she had giggled at the thoughts of him sneaking out of his beach house to go swimming in the middle of night, or trying to get nachos at four A.M., but now, as she sat alone waiting for him to come home, these thoughts began to worry her.
Again, she sat at their bedroom window, watching the sun dip lower and lower into the sky. He always beat the sunset, it never hit the end of it's light before she was in his arms. She wished with every aspect of her soul that for once she could just sit out on their front steps, be there to greet him. That she could be the angel from his dreams, the girls from his memories of those summers, the ones with long blond hair and beautiful brown skin, angels from the sun that had come to bathe with him in his warmth.
She would look away from the window, glance into the mirror he had hung on the wall. Heavenly ivory skin, large dark eyes, raven hair that hung around her shoulders. She was an image of beauty, elegance and grace in its finest form. But it wasn't what she wanted, wasn't what Michael wanted, she knew it.
She didn't know what he did during the day, when he was out with his angels from the sun. She began to feel a silent resentment towards it, towards the light. She wanted to be a part of it so badly, but yet she knew she couldn't. She knew she could never be his angel from the sun, could never be anything more than what she was to him already.
Earlier that morning, when she had seen him getting ready to go out, he had hugged her goodbye, kissed her forehead, brushing the stray pieces of hair out of her eyes, and whispered goodbye. Goodbye to his "angel." That's what he had been calling her, always "angel."
At some points, it made her feel blessed, like she really was his holy piece, his delicate beauty. But in her heart she knew, she knew what she was.
She heard the front door open, heard him slip inside. Felt the last rays of the sun trickle away from the floor; felt him coming down the hall. Looking back up into the mirror, she saw a glint of a tear in her eye, and bent her head over to cry.
Buckling her body down, she laid on her side and whispered through her tears, "I'll always be his angel.. His angel from his nightmare.."
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If you like, review. If not, eh then I suck.
RoyalTearDrop
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Michael had stumbled upon a ruthless love hate relationship that he was soon becoming to loathe. No, it wasn't between Selene and himself; it was between himself and someone else, something else.
The light.
Never once did they doubt each other's purpose in their lives, never once did either of them stop to think it over. To Selene, Michael was her warmth, her light, a hand to guide her out of the shadows of the abounded alleyway. To Michael, Selene was the same in a sense, a guide in this world of cliche battles and worn out family lies. They were a source of guidance for each other, each a source of their own light.
Michael's light was the one of a classic movie hero, bold and daring, willing to risk it all for his love. Selene's was a dark light, shadowed always by the risk of a second thought, of a manipulation, at times vulnerable at others stronger than death itself. Each light would flicker in it's own time, each would glow it's brightest at another. But one thing Michael never liked to think, was when one light would burn out.
The light was both a friend and an enemy to him, flickering back and forth between the fine lines of deception and honesty, always willing him to doubt and believe in it. Every night he would run home, willing himself to race time, to beat the sunset.
The sunset, it was like a symbol, a sign for him. During the day she was untouchable, left to sleep and leaving him to wander around in the vague brightness of the world, with no one beside him. The hours of the day would go by, till he saw the sun beginning to dip it self into the horizon, and he knew it was his chance, his time.
Michael had always been a lover of the light, weary of the darkness. He could easily spend hours upon hours at the beach, loving everything about it. He had always loved the crisp brown color his skin would turn, loved the soft pink flush that he would watch a girl friend of his would turn, before it slipped into a color to match his own. He loved diving into the water, always a cold shock after the hours spent in the warmth. It was a nice relaxation at first, a nice coolness from the heat he was used to. But he never wanted to stay, always in the end wanted to go back to the warmth.
Once, during one of the first nights that Selene and Michael had spent together, he had talked to her about it, about the beach. He had grown up in New Jersey, and loved to travel down to the beach during every summer, loved to live the warmth, to breathe in every aspect of it. He told her all of his secret loves for it, all of the things he had snuck out into the middle of the night to do. At the time she had giggled at the thoughts of him sneaking out of his beach house to go swimming in the middle of night, or trying to get nachos at four A.M., but now, as she sat alone waiting for him to come home, these thoughts began to worry her.
Again, she sat at their bedroom window, watching the sun dip lower and lower into the sky. He always beat the sunset, it never hit the end of it's light before she was in his arms. She wished with every aspect of her soul that for once she could just sit out on their front steps, be there to greet him. That she could be the angel from his dreams, the girls from his memories of those summers, the ones with long blond hair and beautiful brown skin, angels from the sun that had come to bathe with him in his warmth.
She would look away from the window, glance into the mirror he had hung on the wall. Heavenly ivory skin, large dark eyes, raven hair that hung around her shoulders. She was an image of beauty, elegance and grace in its finest form. But it wasn't what she wanted, wasn't what Michael wanted, she knew it.
She didn't know what he did during the day, when he was out with his angels from the sun. She began to feel a silent resentment towards it, towards the light. She wanted to be a part of it so badly, but yet she knew she couldn't. She knew she could never be his angel from the sun, could never be anything more than what she was to him already.
Earlier that morning, when she had seen him getting ready to go out, he had hugged her goodbye, kissed her forehead, brushing the stray pieces of hair out of her eyes, and whispered goodbye. Goodbye to his "angel." That's what he had been calling her, always "angel."
At some points, it made her feel blessed, like she really was his holy piece, his delicate beauty. But in her heart she knew, she knew what she was.
She heard the front door open, heard him slip inside. Felt the last rays of the sun trickle away from the floor; felt him coming down the hall. Looking back up into the mirror, she saw a glint of a tear in her eye, and bent her head over to cry.
Buckling her body down, she laid on her side and whispered through her tears, "I'll always be his angel.. His angel from his nightmare.."
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If you like, review. If not, eh then I suck.
RoyalTearDrop