04-13-2008, 09:11 AM
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He had been found. He should have expected it, especially after making his presence known in the most obvious way. But still, he had hoped she would have ignored him so he could have ran and hid. Hid from the stars, the sky, the shadows, and the pale light cast on them by everything else. He wanted to find someplace safe and watch her where she couldn't see him. Admire her from afar, never saying anything or doing anything. He wasn't deserving of her attention. He wished he was, wished he could be someone who deserved it. Wished he weren't such a failure, someone who drove all he loved away and left him empty and without anyone, without Nox.
His eyes widened when she saw him, and he gulped, taking another step back. His breathing was laboured and heavy and his heart was pounding in his chest. His legs felt shaky, but he could not run. He could not even move. She spoke to him, and he nearly fainted as the pressure began to build. He inhaled sharply, looking around quickly, then glancing back at the girl. Still beautiful. She was still there, watching him, perfect and pristine. Oh, how he envied her. "No one," he replied, wishing he could be gone. If being near her hurt him this much, he did not want her to see him. Could he not just run and hide, and perhaps find her years later when he least expected it? It would hurt far less, and maybe, just maybe, the shadows wouldn't sting as much.
His eyes widened when she saw him, and he gulped, taking another step back. His breathing was laboured and heavy and his heart was pounding in his chest. His legs felt shaky, but he could not run. He could not even move. She spoke to him, and he nearly fainted as the pressure began to build. He inhaled sharply, looking around quickly, then glancing back at the girl. Still beautiful. She was still there, watching him, perfect and pristine. Oh, how he envied her. "No one," he replied, wishing he could be gone. If being near her hurt him this much, he did not want her to see him. Could he not just run and hide, and perhaps find her years later when he least expected it? It would hurt far less, and maybe, just maybe, the shadows wouldn't sting as much.