Was it the way those succulent lips conversed with others? Or was it because the world came to a halt and froze around her. Perhaps it was how her amber eyes were capable of unveiling my darkest secrets.
I guess I will never know.
They say there is a fine line between obsession and affection. I first realised that when I followed her home. Oh, how her eyes shimmered like precious gems when I ca...
Engulfed by the scars of their own many battles, the 64 squares, abstinent by nature from violence, are constantly exposed to carnage. Each piece bears the ineffable destiny that is seared into their lives. Damned for time to always raise their swords against the same foe. And so the cacophony of sounds begins. The incessant screeching of swords, encased in the thick red fluid that is devoid of in...
The squeak of the decaying chair was the only thing filling the hollow room for a long time, apart from the muffled voices that pounced in every corner of the room. But then, as a turmoil of sounds succumbed to one, her sight, which had been devoid of light for a long time, had no choice but to adapt to the blinding view that faced her.
"Shall we start?"
Someone's voice carried around the room....
Her heart helplessly drowned in his eyes; the air they both inhaled was suddenly infected with hope, with the very atoms holding their breath in anticipation, and the brisk but contagious warmth permeated the air between them.
A turmoil of thoughts and regrets danced around her head. But as they became one, she could swear his soul longed for hers.
And in that moment, she begged the rain to wa...
