Chapter 1
305 Words
From the very first time I looked into his beautiful amber eyes, the quirk of his eyebrow as he studied me, a curious look on his face; I knew it would be the start of my life. The way he tilted his head to the side, crossed his foot over his ankle and stared at me, the intensity in his gaze as his eyes glittered in the dark, or his messy black hair swirling around his eyes, I knew he was going to shatter me into a million pieces.
Honestly, despite every fiber being in my body screaming at me to run, to get away from him, that he’s dangerous…I couldn’t. Because at the same time I realized he’d shatter me, I knew, deep down in the molecules of my soul, that I’d let him. I’d let him shatter me over and over again, if it meant I could see him look at me like that one more time.
A candle. To light a candle you had to strike a match, press the match to the wick, to set it ablaze. It’s funny, how two things need each other to live, to breathe. But slowly, surely; they’ll burn each other down, until there’s nothing left. Nothing, but the ashes and the memories of what once was. I wonder sometimes, looking back. Was I the candle? Or the match? And then I realize, as I sit there on the hill overlooking the packs, the mountain, I wonder if it mattered. Because in the end, I never really lived before I met him. Even if it ended up killing me, I’d do it again. Even if we were to be enemies for a thousand lifetimes, repeating the cycle over and over again, I’d do it, because at least I’d have a thousand lifetimes to see him smile.
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