An still I tell you that Twilight= Not mine!
FINALLY! This day had been very shitty, pardon my french... but yeah, with ff being broken.. I was having such a lovely morning and then... ff whent and got broken again.. but now it's fixed. So Yay!
OK, here's your second chapter for today...late, but not my fault!
Enjoy!
Chapter 20
I close my eyes and drift to my heaven.
I see her still creating, the skin of her legs has goosebumps, and the cold night air has been drifting inside.
Her hands are still rapidly working on the canvas. I can partly make out the smile and the dark hood.
This is a second canvas. The one before is lying on the floor next to the open window. It depicts a set of large skeletal hands; they seam soft, gentile even, they almost cover the sneering smile with the too red lips.
I can sense pain and longing in her. But I think I might be reflecting it upon her.
My eyes roam over her body.
She is beautiful.
I take her image as she is, to burn in my infinite memory and try to rationalize my feelings, try to make it so that I will leave her and never come to her again.
She will be eternal in my mind. Or until the Lord asks me to grant her passage. In which case I will be mournful and devastated, but I will do my duty, as he saw fit.
I love her… she was mine…was now I hand over my clame on her and detach myself from her life.
I know this is what is supposed to happen, we where never meant to be near eachother, let alone be together.
My presence only holds sorrow and pain.
I love her too much to see her suffer.
So I watcher for one more moment and then drift.
Hope you enjoyed this.. I know it's a little on the shorter side but still important... so If you have questions, or comments let me know... I hope I don't sound like a broken record but... leave me some love, and I hope you're still with me!