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Her Look

As she looked at him a tear traced the line of her cheek. Her face was that of the Angel of Sorrow herself. To see an angel cry is a heartbreaking thing. Pain should only be felt by mortals, it is not meant for those of Heavenly descent.

Temptress

She said a pointed "goodbye". Shot through with scorn, I watched as she walked away, swinging her hips the way she had since the first time that she had lain eyes on him. They said she didn't know what she was doing to him, I know better. There can be no mistake.

Wrong, But Right...

Her heart and life, and her everything, they belonged to him. She could not deny that, nor could anyone else. But this thing happened, every once in awhile, when another took over her thoughts and dreams…. Was that a bad thing? She didn't know, and she didn't know how to stop it. And maybe the bad part wasn't that it happened or that she didn't know how to stop it… maybe the bad part was, sometimes she didn't want it to stop. Sometimes she wanted to escape back to that place….

Lost

There was no denying that she had lost herself. That she was still lost. Her heart ached constantly for the brush of a shared idea with another person. But it didn't seem that it could ever happen for her. No one ever seemed to think that she would like to have normal human contact. And so she was shunned from those around her. She didn't know what to do, she didn't know how she could change it. All she knew was that this was the way it had always been, and it seemed the way it would always be.

Terror

Terror gripped her as she ran. Her nerves sang with the horror she ran from. The only problem was, she did not know what it was from which she ran. She only knew what every woman knows, that her intuition shocked her into movement, and kept her moving now. The unidentified terror chased her, and threatened to immobilize her if she so much as slowed down. Her breath came in painful gasps, and still she ran.

Leaden Tears

Her tears fell heavy to the floor. She cried for the pain she felt. She cried for her past transgressions against her own soul, and cried for the innocence she lost when she decided to trust another person. The streams of pain and misery ran unbroken from her eyes and pooled on the floor. The pain looked back at her with an innocently similar face, the only difference being the pain that twisted the reflections features. She would never show her pain so openly.

More

The change was minute. If she had not become so attuned to him, to the small nuances and expressions that he was given to, even she would not have seen the difference in his expression; the softening in the hard line of his lips, the glint of amusement, even fondness, shining from his eyes. It was such a small change to her eyes, but she could sense her heart beating out a wild pattern in response to those deep green eyes. He was hers, this she knew. What she didn’t know, was that she was soon to be his as well.

Updated November 3, 2009