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03-31-2013, 04:29 AM
'You let him do it,' You stir, the marbled face resting within the coils of your hair shifting, riddled with emotion you can't care to place. 'You let him.. Everlong eyelashes lightly brush your cheek, stained-glass eyes reflecting starlight as they peel open once more, impervious to the towering trees, the thin veil of mist, the colors of the night. There is sorrow within the pools of color, deep and resonating -- consuming. Something within you possessed you to feel sorry, despite your excuses of youth and naivety, as you are sure he had heard so many times before. Sorry, for the tendencies born of rigidness and depravity. 'You let him.' Sorry, for the moment you ever let that man touch you, sorry for remembering the way it felt, the heat of his body against yours. And you could have killed him then, for his ignorance, once you finally pieced together the fragments of his heart, something you had never let out of your sight; you could have hated him, the way you always have, truly. He was already gone then, left to wither within your core as the days, months, years, passed, just like they always had before. He had materialized from dust and shadow, renewed your anguish and your angst, and disappeared all the same. You could have hated him for that too, if it weren't for the hurt in his eyes, the way the corner of his lips tilted downward, the scorn and pain and the memories bubbling beneath the surface of his skin. You could have hated him, for being the epitome of your slowly unraveling heart, your night-mares and your daydreams. He is synonymous with destruction, like you, and yet, he will be the one to save you. 'You'll be safe with me.' The feminine voices awakens you further, lifting you from your bed and into the sticky air of the summer night. The gusts of salty air kiss the hotness of your skin, something you have become accustomed to, though at first it burned your nose, seared your throat, the sounds of the ocean a lull instead of a roar. You move languidly, silently, as the tension in the air becomes more and more tangible, the static in the air nearly audible as you approach the two silhouettes cloaked in moonlight. It quickly becomes clear that one is beaten, broken, though you remain impassive, unchanging, even as you still, poised to run or stay. 'You're safe now, already.' Eyes briefly and timidly flicker to the girl with sienna hued skin, acknowledging her with a glance that lingers only for a moment before eying the wounds covering the lighter mare's body. 'What happened to you.' It is a gentle demand more so than a question, frail curiosity blooming within you. You had never been one for tact where tact is not demanded, and you were not about to change now. Despite the chill of your eyes that bore into her, unwavering, and the lack of expression within the lines of your face, it is disheartening to see her so, your misplaced loyalties directing the entirety of your somber, stoic tone. She should not suffer alone, you just do not understand, were never taught, never cared to learn, any way to help. |
