She laid in the box, her body unable to move as each person she ever loved placed a yellow flower on her chest. Screaming from the depth of her soul, it wasn’t until he put that last kiss upon her head did a single tear mourn the love that broke her heart.
Hearts are not pebbles. You do not cast a good one across the lake each time a shinier one comes along. You treasure the stone and with attention and love, and it will give you the foundation to build a home.
Petals of crimson stained the keys as she wrote the tragedy of their love. Each note harder to play, the ivory dripping the pain her heart could not show. He was her forever love, and she was just another one hit wonder.
There is a first time for everything. Every little girl doesn’t grow up wanting to be the best little cock sucker, but when you’re in the sex business, it helps. Consider it a casualty of the job.
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Stolen kisses, just one more before she calls. Brief encounters, his touch healed her soul. The lights dim, bodies intertwined, he tells her he loves her through his body, she screams she loves him more the moment he walks away.
Her heart mending like a fence downed in the storm. Each new day brings another slat to support the one before. In the end, she will have knot holes and nicks, but her foundation will be strong. Never doubt yourself. Beyond that rickety gate is where the real journey begins.
Drowning in sorrow, she waited for her heart to heal. She stood in the shadow of the past, her soul burning with the fire of a thousand suns. It was not until the moon consumed her did she find peace in the haven she had built.
“No, I don’t think you fucking understand who and what that child is,” she screamed.
Nicolette took a few steps back, her face distorted with anger. Arison explained that Grace and Gypsy were bound to her, and if they die, so does all of civilization as they knew it. The clock started the day she saved the young blond from her fate, and as each month passed, the world shook with an anger that he could not control. The gods above unleashed a fury on the world, and Nicolette was the one to blame. When a name’s written, date of birth and date of death added. She altered the world the moment she brought Gypsy back to life. The doomsday clock had started, and the virus that plagued the world was just the beginning of the world as they knew it.
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Love so simple, so sweet. She never saw the pain until there was nothing left. Like the vulture picking his prey, his words scathed her flesh, striping her closer to bone each time he spoke. When he was done, on the side of life’s highway, she was left. Was this the circle of life, or was this theft. Lies told in the dark always come out in the light.
Saturated with need, her hands raked over his flesh, the masterpiece she would create more perfect than any hung on the wall. Nails stained with bits of the past, she consumed each drop to have him inside of her once again. The need for salvation deep, she would expire her heart for another drink of desire.