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It was the whisper of her mother’s voice in her ear, the feel of her father’s calloused hand against her cheek. You are the finest of us all, he’d once said.
Who was the fool, then? She.
Anger. It kept him alive better than his heart ever had.
Oh, the devil always did know when to pay a visit.
What mere minutes ago might’ve struck him as lunacy now seemed to him essential: to know what it might be like to hold her, to breathe in the scent of her skin,
In her weaker moments Alizeh longed to lash out, to allow her anger to shatter the cage of her self-control.
“To behold a rose and perceive only its thorns, never the bloom.”
Women were perhaps his greatest plague.
They thought her stupid and incapable; they saw only weakness in her for being kind.
men.
“Though if you mean to take me captive, you need only ask. I would come willingly.”
“I feel now, in your presence, entirely strange. I think I might fetch you the moon if only to spare your tears again.”
screamed.
“Our time together has come to an end. We will never again meet. Our worlds will never again collide.”
shes so me
even as it pierced her heart, that if she did not destroy this fragile bloom between them now, it would one day grow great enough to crush them both.
SHES SOOO ME
She had to leave.
RACING down the stairs like a fool, as if he could ever catch up to a ghost, as if even finding her would be enough.
