Post by J/o/y! on Oct 27, 2009 16:02:53 GMT -6
Just another story I'm writing... This is the prologue or introduction, whatever ya wanna call it.
Whenever I saw him, my heart skipped a beat, my eyelids fluttered daintily, and my mind blanked out. Words screeched to a halt at the tip of my tongue, refusing to flow out. When he passed me, I thought I might faint at how close he was for those few seconds. He was a golden beauty. Through his beautiful blue eyes, I must've just been just another tile on the floor. No color. No heart. Just another ordinary object that people tend to not notice.
In the eyes of the good, he was an enemy, a dark foe who thirsted to kill and pour rivers with the blood of the innocent.
In the eyes of the evil, he was an ally, someone to call when they felt like striking, so he wouldn't miss out on the "fun".
Does that make me evil, since I enjoy him and want to be with him? Will he only look at me if I, too, had a frozen, stone-carved heart?
Whose side am I on? I know one thing:
I cannot choose both. Or neither.
It must be one or the other.
And another thing.
Is love beautiful when it ties with evil?
The world may never know.
Whenever I saw him, my heart skipped a beat, my eyelids fluttered daintily, and my mind blanked out. Words screeched to a halt at the tip of my tongue, refusing to flow out. When he passed me, I thought I might faint at how close he was for those few seconds. He was a golden beauty. Through his beautiful blue eyes, I must've just been just another tile on the floor. No color. No heart. Just another ordinary object that people tend to not notice.
In the eyes of the good, he was an enemy, a dark foe who thirsted to kill and pour rivers with the blood of the innocent.
In the eyes of the evil, he was an ally, someone to call when they felt like striking, so he wouldn't miss out on the "fun".
Does that make me evil, since I enjoy him and want to be with him? Will he only look at me if I, too, had a frozen, stone-carved heart?
Whose side am I on? I know one thing:
I cannot choose both. Or neither.
It must be one or the other.
And another thing.
Is love beautiful when it ties with evil?
The world may never know.
