Bonjour ! Meow means Woof in Cat
some stuff ~ Four legs good. Two legs badThe Ghost Inside
The boy followed her as she turned her back againts him, his
eyes was telling her that he was longing for her. She knows, but what he doesn't know, is that
her desire to touch, to monopolize him, but her loneliness is what's making her
stuck, dragging her back, keeping her lonely fingers only to herself. She wants to tell him about her feelings, but
she just cant do it, For all she can do is just stares at him, searching for
his very little soul. She realizes how he is still the same boy she once knew, timid,
quirky, a glass. The boy was quietly watching her, braced himself for what’s
coming from her lips, but the only thing that came from it was exactly what
hurts the most, both for her and for the boy. Scared, afraid, happy, hopeful,
that was how they felt, but they keep staring, until the time grows near, with
nobody saying a word to each other. She wanted
to to talk in a way that will not hurt him, but she knows, that the moment she
opened her lips, what’s coming out is not what she wants it to be, its
piercing, stabbing, torturing, a massacre. She was hopeful, wishing that she
could convey her feelings before the sky even gets any darker than it already
was. And the moment she actually manage to gather up her courage, the time,
bringing her back to reality. She told him to go first, but both of them are
reluctant to leave, the girl decided to leave first, the feeling of someone she
loved, watching her back. The boy just sits there, watching her walks further
away from him, with feelings that he knew, she would never understand. He began
to stand, his eyes still clinging onto her, she turned her back, waving a
goodbye, he waved back at her, smiling. The boy was tired, exhausted,physically
and mentally drained. She knows, for she
had already planned to free him of that feeling. She knows, loving her was
something that would torture him,
and her loneliness, the monster inside, told her to end that feeling in the
name of love, she sacrifice both herself
and the boy, the loneliness, making her think that nobody ever actually starts
to fall in love with her. She wants the boy to be happy, but she decided to
kill both her and the boy anyway. All of it, in the name of love. The
loneliness, the darkness inside, the monster, dragging her deeper. It was
supposed to be a happy ending.
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