Overture to Love
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Oh, but you should know by now: you should not take what is visible on the surface for granted.
Crack, crack.
—fractures started to appears on the surface of the shard, before it splinters— shattering to a thousand pieces, hovering on the air for its Mistress as if waiting for Her command. No light seems to refract on them in this empty void: instead, they showcased everything about her past.
I love them too equally as her heart.
But however, I find that 'love' may be such a strong word. Her soul makes mine burn in fire— that nobody or anything ever has done before.
—not even 'her', the overcompassionate.
Yet, everytime I think about that girl with that mismatched eyes, something pulls me back from indulging further. Like a barrier that held any outsiders out, reminiscent of how that broken world would protect and nurture its children in its care.
Everytime I'd try to pave my ways to her thoughts, I would find myself hazy-eyed, with nothing to see through from the windows of her soul. A curtain behind those two-colored eyes. Ah, how interesting.
My breath hitches and my heart beats faster. I hold her delicate pieces in my hands like I would with a porcelain. My fingers ran over her shards. I could feel every single thing about her. Of course, I cradle them in my grasp like a cherished gift— they surprisingly felt soft, unlike the usual shards that pierces skin. Feeling her form makes my heart skip a beat. After all, her heart is certainly the most purest but also fiercest I've ever encountered. It would make sense for it to be soft and unyielding as well.
I love— cherish it so much. I could almost feel her delicate form against mine. Our heat mingling with each other's. The silk of her clothes crumpling in my hands. It won't be long before I'll feel her forever, but nevertheless, something aches deep within...
—this must be the weight of longing, as written in romantic books and tales in worlds. Oh, how it aches...
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