Marjosa
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 @ 09:46pm
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In his unseen agony...
In his unseen agony, he moves in with the girl he hates the most. The one that imposes on him and drives him insane. Maybe the curves of her body, her heart-shaped face, and golden hair will make him forget.
Maybe.
But it doesn't.
No, when he turns off the lights, her golden hair turns black in the darkness of the night. When she hovers over him, forehead dripping with sweat, skin flushed and lips puckered, she is no longer herself. Instead, he sees the silver cross around her neck, then his face, and the cross again. He continues, haunted by the spectral image across the room.
In the corner he stands, watching the two entangled; one laughs in delight while one laughs to cover the sadness.
No, nothing can erase the sadness. Not even a blonde girl who has given up her own body to ease the pain.
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