xmaliceinmurderlandx
Blaze. That's the only word that I could use to describe his eyes. They were bright like fire burning with passion. If only those eyes would look at me....I yearn for his gaze, I yearn to be his. But why can't he see....Behind that fiery blaze.
I was wrapped around her pretty little finger as I followed her around like a love-sick puppy. Her smile made my heart melt, her eyes told me all her secrets, and her laugh....Was like listening to the angel's sing. I wanted her to know how beautiful she was, and that she wasn't worthless. She was perfect in every sense of the word. All her flaws just added to her charm.
The rain poured down and the violet tips of his ebony hair seemed as if they were crying as he hung his head in silence. He was thinking of what he had just seen, nothing could compare to the horror he was feeling at that moment. He had to watch his little sister torn to part by those damn witches. They made him sit there, they made him suffer! Damn them! He swore to himself that he would get revenge. He wanted to rip them to shreds, destroy them, and hang them like people were supposed to do to witches. They were the reason he didn't trust people, or get close to people. They ruined his trust.
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