HEYY. This is my FIRST story, so please be nice. =P
Just to let you know I DON'T OWN ANYTHING. The awesome work goes to Richelle Mead!!!
She's the youthful goddess, with her russet tresses. Her eyes send you into a dangerous state of euphoria; her lashes like the doorways to a secret sanctuary, where you always get lost. You never expected love, or anything of the kind. Oh, you, who has been blighted with mediocrity. Your soul had left you, many years ago. You were simply a body, hollow, only held together by the corset that flaunted your malnourishment; your bones. You thought it impossible to feel love, to feel happiness. Feelings similar had left you. You only ever wanted a one night stand, but as you melt away, onto the shining linoleum, at her mere touch, you acknowledge how far it has gone past that. She writes you love letters at the dead of night, the moon lighting up her words, like a ghostly galleon tossed into the black midnight sky, highlighting her love sick words, warning her of what is to come.
'If you were a heart, I'd be the pounding ribcage, and the hot blood pumping through your arteries.
If you were the sun, I'd be every minuscule inch you lit up.
If you were the sand, I'd be the waves, rolling onto you, lapping up every grain you have to offer.
If you were a book, I'd analyse all your thousands of pages, so I could comprehend what you go through.
If you were a song, I would have you on repeat, and listen to you every moment of the day.
If you were heaven, I'd die righteously, just to be welcomed through your gates…'
He wouldn't allow himself to feel that way, not again.
He didn't want to hurt, like he had hurt before.
He couldn't let himself fall.
So he stopped. He left. He ran.
This is the modern Romeo and Juliet. Love and loss.
Rose and Dimitri.
This is their story.
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