06-05-2009, 11:05 AM
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It felt as though she was looking into the jaws of hell. His words triggered something she’d never felt before: fear of abandonment. Bitterness flickered behind her turquoise orbs. Destiny was overrated. They had been destined to do great things; his death wasn’t part of the plan. She hated him for leaving her behind. Amongst the torrential outpouring of hatred, something very similar to affection surfaced. It materialized fully when one of his hands touched her cheek. A whine was drawn from her lips; she yearned to join him in the afterworld.
“No, you’re wrong! My purpose is to be with you,” she ventured, clearly not listening to a single word he was saying. Her eyes were focused on the apparition, but her mind was centered elsewhere. It was only when his warmth left her cheek that she devoted her full attention to him. An ebony hand was brought up to touch the bleeding area, as if she’d been struck. Her movements were sluggish, mirroring her hazy state of mind. He’d felt so real. “Then tell me.”
It felt as though she was looking into the jaws of hell. His words triggered something she’d never felt before: fear of abandonment. Bitterness flickered behind her turquoise orbs. Destiny was overrated. They had been destined to do great things; his death wasn’t part of the plan. She hated him for leaving her behind. Amongst the torrential outpouring of hatred, something very similar to affection surfaced. It materialized fully when one of his hands touched her cheek. A whine was drawn from her lips; she yearned to join him in the afterworld.
“No, you’re wrong! My purpose is to be with you,” she ventured, clearly not listening to a single word he was saying. Her eyes were focused on the apparition, but her mind was centered elsewhere. It was only when his warmth left her cheek that she devoted her full attention to him. An ebony hand was brought up to touch the bleeding area, as if she’d been struck. Her movements were sluggish, mirroring her hazy state of mind. He’d felt so real. “Then tell me.”