02.her
Lingering gazes. That's what he shot her, when he thought she wasn't looking. A moment to take in her features, the delicate, cold beauty, like that of a porcelin doll. Perfection.
Almost home. That's how he felt when he held her, even when she felt as if she could care less either way. Replaceable, maybe, but with her, he was complete.
Reprehensible. That's what their relationship was, a mistake. He shouldn't look at her so, admire her as more than simply a member of the Organization. It was a sin... A perfect, intimate sin.
Xanthrocroid. That's the scientific term for what he saw. The soft blonde hair, her perfect skin. When they lay together, he memorized that skin, ran his fingers through the silken hair. He could be tender, too.
Ecstacy. That's what it was when she touched him, her hand just brushing against his on accident. He could have lived without those touches, without her attention...but he never was one to deny what he wanted.
Needy. That's what he was, if he were being truthful. He needed her, more than he could have said. Looking back, perhaps it was a bad thing, completely not him... But in those stolen moments, needing her was what kept him going.
Earth-shattering. That's what it felt like when she told him she couldn't love him.
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.use the letters L A R X E N E to begin each paragraph