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Praying to the God you've always denied"Oh! Watch out!" he shrieked at me.
I looked up, only seeing the large stone roof with cracks and bumps. It was a hue of gray that I'd never seen before. A kind of gray that made your insides feel empty and your soul feel lonely, that is the best way I could ever describe it.
"What, there's nothing here?" I squinted my eyes to look closely at the roof.
"Whaddaya mean 'there's nothing there?'! Oh by my father's grave, WATCH YOUR STEP!" his voice was in such a high pitch that I wondered if it would burst.
"There's nothing he-" CREEAAAK "What was that?"
"I'm telling you, look down for once, Freya." his voice, now barely a whisper, shivered.
I slowly turned my gaze to my feet and gasped when the sight hit me.
"Oh." I said, shocked. "You meant this."
I gestured to the floor.
I was standing in the middle of a large glass panel, and the sound had been the massive crack that traveled, not unlike a lightning bolt, from the edge into the middle, right in front of me.
The weight I p
I guess it's you(r smile)I guess it's your smile
that curve of your lips
or maybe those eyes
not completely symmetrical
but oh so perfect
maybe it's your laughter
that sends shivers down my spine
as melodic as all heavens bells
it might even be your hands
scarred from that guitar of yours
or that concentrated look you get
while trying to be perfect
I guess it's all of that
and a bit more
that made me fall
fall, for you
fall gently in love
with one of the billions of people
I could've fallen for
instead of you
perfect, imperfect, completely adorably handsome, awkwardly cool
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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