Some people merely adopt darkness, but she was born into it.
Hiding every gloomy secret, covering all the lies, she walks through the life devoid of all emotions.
They all labeled her, those silly people, if only they had stop for a moment and obs...
For that, they couldn't save her from herself or all the devilish things in her head❞
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ETHAN
I couldn't look at her the same. I just couldn't.
This whole time I admired her thoughts, fell in love with the invisible depth behind her words, loved that brave expression on her face, regardless whatever comes her way, but.. it had changed.
It's like someone splashed the chilled water on me, to wake me up from my sweet melancholy imagination and now, I was awake, trying to grasp the real world. She was not poetry, she was not made of beautiful words rolling of her tongue, but, of the hurt laced them.
Her smile wasn't as bright as the sunlight, instead as lonely as the moonlight. Her eyes didn't hold the fucking stars, only their burning and smoke. She was not something to write a poem about, but, a lesson to be learned. A pray to dream.
Her teary eyes and broken words told me stories, that made my heart clench with her pain and my soul weep.
I could imagine it so easy and vividly. The young and innocent girl, that Winter once was, trying to figure out why her mother never wanted her. A world burning in her eyes, with dark and wild shadows dancing in the fire, madly mourning. The picture of her trying to muffle those screams, which were supposed to be heard, loud and clear. Soundless sobs spilling over the darkness.
She was just a child forced to grow up, in the whirlwind storm of raging bodies, frenzy confusion and the ghosts of her stolen childhood still lurks around every corner of her eyes.
I wanted to wrap my arms around her and hold onto her dying faith, I wanted to show her, that she has not been loved before. How with one kiss, I was willing to make love to her soul for eternity.
The silence was heavy with the burden of her heart, she just poured out. There were so many words on the tip of my tongue, itching with questions, but I kept still. It was not about me at that moment, it was all about her.
Though, her lips had stop forming words long ago, but, her aura still reminisced the haunting stories, that have never been told.
Everything made sense now. Everything little thing about her had depth and meaning behind it, the world could never guess. After all, every hardest , coldest people you meet, were once as soft as water and that is the tragedy of living.
It's all bit strange, isn't it? How you heart just burns and burns... and suddenly turns to ice. How can something so haunting, be this beautiful?
Few inches. Few little inches were the only thing separating me from her, but I knew, deep down, she was far and far away from. Lost in the town of terrifying memories, wondering, if she will ever find a place to call her own.
