The one thing he coveted the most was her. Her eyes shined like the midnight stars they
twinkled as she laughed they changed with her emotions. It wasn't hard to see that he was becoming obsessed with
her. He watched her every where she went. The sway of her hips the whips of her hair in the wind.
His eyes traveled along her length. taking every last ounce of her beauty imprinting it on his mind.
She was his and he will make it so. His fingers twitched as he dipped the quill in the ink.
The quick flicks of his wrist the short strokes of the quill.It was all he needed to show her how he felt.
She was so perfect for him, he needs to prove it to her so badly.The letter was written and signed.
He sent the letter in its stiff envelope her name eloquently written in red ink.
The days past slowly the letter never received. He began to slowly lose his mind. She was his and she
didn't see. She didn't know she was his and his alone. He'll make sure she was. No one can have his muse
his idol his god. His hair was matted and his face unshaven his clothing was rumpled and unclean.
He left his house for the first time since he sent the letter. Pulling on a overcoat he left.
The snow had fallen and the tree had lost their leaves but to him it was still spring.
He began to talk to himself softly as the snow swirled around his feet.
"I've been watching your world from afar,I've been trying to be where you are,
And I've been secretly falling apart." his lips moved slowly the words coming out as a
harsh whisper he walked to her door. his hand raised to the door knob.
Turning the knob he walked into her house. the floors creaked lightly.
He walked towards the main room loud giggles echoed down the hall towards his ears.
patting the small bulge in his pocket the strolled into the room.
His eyes widened as he saw her in the arms of another man. Their lips locked.
her arms wrapped around his neck his around her waist.
Snarling her pulled out his knife and Jumped.
The one thing he coveted the most was her. Her eyes stared back at him litless and dull.
Their fire had died out. The red stains on his clothing were a reminder to him as he stared
at the jar.
 Six_feet_under · Mon Nov 24, 2008 @ 12:38am · 0 Comments |
