My lifeI loved him. every fiber of my being was his And he loved me just as strongly.My life
But I killed him. He still walks the earth, same face but different eyes. How I envy that he has two pairs of eyes, something to help
Now I walk, same face, same eyes, but with an emptiness never to be filled again I pray and wait for the day his eyes turn back for me Even if they never do. It is not time wasted when you are waiting for love.
And if somehow I am given that chance, I will never let him go If only I hadnt killed him Theres no point in dying, i have my own personal hell. i cant follo
Phoenix TidbitVance pulled a chair up to face Jessira. They were seated in one of the many meditation rooms of the guild. The unique stones and plants had the ability, charmed into them or naturally, no one knows for sure, to pick up the auras of the inhabitants and reflect a customized atmosphere to the needs of each individual. The room currently was a soft green and blue with mutted lights and sounds. A Soft fog wafted around the perimeter of the room, hazily cutting the two of them off from the outside world. The ceiling was dark, but soft, giving the enitre room a jungle feeling. Odd, he thought, as what he was about to attempt would bring out a creatPhoenix Tidbit
beauty in blood IIWolf shot up shouting. "No, not now! There are children in there!" The static returned, louder and more abrasive. Her voice raked through their heads.beauty in blood II
] "How Dare you! You believe too many stories, my Wolf. I rarely choose children, fool." Her voice slid into a silky purr, laced with a dangerous undertone. "I choose who to pass judgement on. You need not feel responsible for this, my Wolf " "please, please, wait for the children to leave."
But instead, the woman stood up to leave, but not before flashing an inviting smile at the group of vulgar men. Immediatley, one of the men stood to follow her out the
Beauty in BloodA large white van sits in a parking lot. Inside the back are two men, one is about 40, his meticulously groomed hair already showing a salt and pepper cocktail of stress and genetics, his classic cut black leather gentlemens jacket draped over his chair. His intelligent green eyes scanned several different screens displaying many rotating views of a fast food restraunt across the lot. The other man, obviously the other mans junior, was perched on the swivel chair next to a complicated board, controlling a satellite, intense sound recording system, and tons of miscellaneous buttons and switches. His unkept stubble contasted sharply to the otheBeauty in Blood
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