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03-21-2013, 10:26 PM
And the place that you had fled what seemed like moments before, you return to; the longing in your chest that had kept you up most of the nights in between quickly growing unbearable. Despite the anger and the blame and the hatred that swirls amongst your darkling-heart, there is an undeniable yearn, something bigger than what you yourself understand, a misguided flame that is too difficult for you to snuff out, abolish. From the moment you had seen his face, you had been unable to forget, unable to deter the memories of the childish days in which you spent teasing and laughing and learning how to see; of the tender moments that had carved a part of you solely for him. Of the way he, you are quick to remind yourself as a smile flickers across your face, failed to love you enough to be there. It is as he speaks -- that lone silhouette that you held so delicately within memory, within your young, betrayed, cheating, unforgiving heart -- a name, your name, that you pause in your fluid motion, hair falling like a waterfall to frame your alabaster face, body poised to run, as if he were a danger to you, should you only give the chance. 'Sinding,' He is no longer the boy you once knew, but a man - a man possessing no small amount of beauty, in those chilling glacier eyes, the lines like maps to a different time comprising a face carved of river stone. 'Why?' He is no longer the boy eclipsed in your mind, with the charm only a child could possess, and yet, he is the embodiment of what you had once possibly come to love. |
