tar
d, with no traces of faults. Her beauty is incomparable: Her s
take my eye
rene and peaceful–I wanted to lie down and look at her all day. Her eyes caught light and I
eak this moment. My heart that was gone, seems to hav
ground was pulle
like I am not worthy to touch her. I look down and noticed that she was nak
oks lo
rt as I looked at the hooded figure. Hades drifted clo
in his arms, swallowing, t
N
ut I couldn't. I
N
sha
I notice the sharp sound. I angrily punch the
y the twenty first century and I still have the same dream tho
hat connects me to her and why of all the memories I have, she matters the most. She is a thousand years old mystery to me
nished and unsure...I keep forgetting her face, for it ke
rget someone you foug
eel frustrated for as soon as I wake up, everything fades away. I used to draw her as soon as I wake up, keeping it all in a box
t of the bed and was surpr
rpet? Did I no
stood. I stretch my body and yawn,
oom, my hou
ed. Glancing at my reflection, I noticed the hickeys covering
ood lay la
ief. I took one last glace at my reflection before searching for my pair of boxers back at the room. I sighed at the sme
have a good l
ed to see an almost naked- wait, that was wrong. I should say, a very NAK
nticed at the blonde beauty who was now smirking at me. She was
as French! B
gulped. Caressing my chest, she looked up at me with her blue doe like eyes, "Ça va?" (Are you okay?) I bit my lip. No words come to my rescue as I stayed there, glu
ight then and ther
her lips that had captured mine as she pulled me down. She cling unto me, pushing me down on a stool. My lips are frozen as sh
y hand over the countertop making the pancake batter spill as the now broken bowl lay smashed on the floor
ur, arrête!" (My lo
d she smiled, uttering the question I
s?" (Do yo
Non" (No.) Worried, she straighten her clothes and hold my cheek
y left me dumb. I stared down at her, noticing her now wet cheeks. "Loo
You 'ave me believe zhat you lo
hance to smirk anymore as a large pan hit the spot where I was standing before. Glad of my fast reflex, I
wasting it with this blonde. With a smirk, I clutch the banister tight with both my hands and s
s my fav
n't done throwin
he stairs and launched it at my direction. Ducking my head, I commented,
nd lunged it towards me, "Zis are not your zing
y house, instead I have cherubs and books and stuffs. I also live on top o
w
heart will never be yours." I move quickly to the side as a vase now lay broken on my spot from awhile ago. Chuckling, I
initely n
xers I just need my little friend covered–I opened up the window and jumped down,
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