Liquid Perfection
By red-rose-priestess
Chapter Three -
I saw him talking to her today. That woman is so lucky. She can talk to him and he listens and in turns he sometimes lets slip about himself.
I want to be in her position.
True that no matter what, they can't be together. Yet it still doesn't offer me comfort. He and I cannot be together either.
He would never want me. I am a horrible excuse for a man. A sham, and a nobody.
Why is it, when he looks at me, it's as if I don't exist? Don't I? Perhaps I don't, and I only wish to.
Just as I wish to hold him in my arms and whisper sweet things of the future. How I long for his touch. My body seems to hum when I'm near him. Those moments are rare anymore.
He seems to have acquired a life that I cannot even peer into.
Oh that glorious man. I can feel his longing for love. It seeps from him as blood would. It pours forth from his scarred heart. His longing is liquid lust. I know just what that feels like.
Who does he want?
Okay, so still kinda strange, I know. Hopefully you like it? If not well I tried lol. This is a different fic than I'm used to writing so if the perspective slips or something doesn't make sense, I apologize , Review please.