Chilling cold.
A subtle cry.

He was lying under the canopy of her hair.
With his head on her lap, he tried to stay awake.
Glorious black strands.
He was lightheaded.
Colors vivid and dancing.
Everything felt right.
Everything and nothing.
He was flying across plains of regret, slowly fleeting, cruising down the valleys of nothingness.

She was cuddling him.
Fingers tracing the scar across his lips.
Her sob breaking the stillness of the moment.
They echo across plains of misery and hate, slowly beating the core and melting the ice that covered the Seer.

i will be lost without you
no, love. You will never be without me

She was holding the broken blade that was half-buried into his chest.

It hurts no more

With their lips locked, and a steady stream of tears, she tightens her grip as she twists the marred handle of her cursed sword.


About delamorte

Eherm... A boy with a soiled face who's spent 23 pathetic years trying to make a difference... An old man trying to talk his way out of his own cage... And the Seer who's trying to poise these two alter egos' rage... You won't find anything interesting enough in me to ask about my real life facts. Trust me, things will get more and more boring once you take that path. Disclaimer : These are just random rants and stories cooked-up out of boredom and prolonged stages of catatonia. Please feel free to troll/criticize my works, i am but a poor soul trying to find my way out of this miserable phase some of you call life, your critiques shall serve as my guiding light.
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