Do you ever give up boy? Your lungs struggle to gasp for air, eyes hazy with undernourishment, ribs the only source of your existence, as you begin to wither away into nothing. Yet you so desperately search for her, for those golden eyes that took your breath away and made you feel something. A moment you might never feel again, not with me at your heels, nipping deliciously at the visible bone that most likely won't ever go away. You've lost your appetite, or maybe it's because you simply don't want to try eating anymore, either way you look as if you're going to crumble into dust any moment. Your gaunt skull looks to and fro, swaying in a habit you've adopted quite recently. Your body follows in tune, as if it is following a mantra only you can hear. Your eyes hold no life, devoid of anything but the slightest of motions when you move them in different directions. You are undead almost, working only on primal instinct that is surprisingly tenacious. Who knows how long until you finally croak.

Yet before you can even begin to surrender yourself to the darkness, a bright flame brings you back to life. It flickers in the distance and shoots out, as if a beacon meant for you and only you. It is your salvation, the light at the end of your tunnel and you reach for it, breaking into a feeble run towards it... towards her. Tears are streaming, heart is beating fast as you yearn for her, her touch and that sweet voice calling your name. You don't remember when you had begun to miss her, or when you decided you needed her to be with you again, but as soon as the hunger emerged, it only grew in size and ate up your entire existence with its desire. So here you are, running to what might possibly be her in hopes that you can just see her one last time before you finally keel over. Though I'd be surprised if she were actually happy to see you in the state you are in.

Yet you don't care about me, no, you never do when it comes to her, which makes my blood boil. She is the only thing standing in my way to you, to devouring everything you are, and you hold onto her so desperately like she will be your knight in shining armor. How ironic that a dimwit like you would be the damsel in the distress. She's in view now, gliding closer than before to the ground, close enough that should she turn your way she will see you and come in for a landing. You beg for her to look, to notice you when no one else would, because when her eyes are on you you feel complete. Only when she is with you are you liberated, and that is what you aim to do.

"Fae..." you croak, praying to whatever Gods may be about that she can hear you, your legs continue to fight to keep moving but it's a losing battle. You're on the ground and you're crashing, falling into an oblivion at the thought that you missed her... she's gone and she won't be back. Your eyes are staring, pleading for her to turn to you, to accept you into her chocolate wings and make you feel whole again. You've lost your chance, she's surely gone, don't think she'll ever be back for you. You think she'd continue to look for a worthless sack of bones such as yourself? Don't get your hopes up so much. Give in now Timothy, it's only a matter of time before she destroys you. No... you murmur, tears filling those eyes of mint and blurring your vision, a look of anguish on those pure features of white. To think something so beautiful could be so ugly when they cry...

NOTES;

Her words are heaven upon your ears, a succulent melody you will forever cherish as she closes in on you? You fucking freak. You look at her cheerfully, ignoring her words because you're too hazed by your fatigue to actually register them. Your eyes move to watch her wings flutter, to land upon her supple sides that show her womanly curves. You look into her eyes again, those brilliant gold irises that always capture your utmost attention. She longs to help you she says, though her looks indicate she thinks you're a fucking idiot; which you are. You manage to stand, to sway to and fro upon your stick like legs, you are a walking skeleton which is certainly not at all attractive. Yet you smile anyway, a goofy smile that makes you look oddly creepy, and before you're even thinking you're moving forward in an attempt to hug her.

"I misssed yew..." you slur haphazardly, your mind beginning to ebb due to the fact that you most likely haven't eaten in days. Your eyes are foggy and you're giggling, hiccuping as if you're absolutely intoxicated, and in all honesty, I don't need to really do anything to cause you to falter, you're digging the hole for yourself. Your lips attempt to find her cheek... her neck... her shoulder and the soft feathers of her wings, the things you've remembered tickling your back and leaving you comforted. You want them around you again, and so with terrible coordination you try to lift one over your shoulder, to hold you and give you warmth.

It fails and you nearly topple over, causing you to laugh and to look at her with probably the most genuine smile you've ever made, and she will ever see. Stumbling towards her face once more you bring your face inches to hers, meeting her gaze lazily and murmuring in that gurgled tone of yours," Yew... Yew got purdy eyes.... I've I've I've-" You lift your head up as if to be matter of fact, before crashing into her with all of your weight (although it's not much because look at you, you're fucking anorexic) and laugh loudly, closing your eyes and resting yourself against her: "Always liked 'em."

NOTES; Don't even ask....