A mystery floated in his twisted blue eyes like a ship; A mystery that a innocent girl got curious in. Curiosity is never a friend to love because you grow too attached to a certain pair of eyes as your world sinks into a sea of terror.
Stares. It always starts with a stare; a stare into your soul as it grasps your imagination and sometimes too tight. Desk of hell were the only barriers that separated the stares and the mind. She was addicted to dark passes and teary eye stories as she fell in love with those things. But when she saw his eyes glisten with that fear of pain she wanted to know that darkness he held. So she paid attention to his words, his mind, and his actions but what she didn't expect was to fall in love with the scars that filled his chest. A trap was set in her mind as she built this twisted soul into a beautiful star that she thought shined apon her dreams.
She built him a castle on the pearly white clouds as she would do anything for his glace; and she got it. It came to a time that it wasn't even a merrily crush but almost an obsession to be noticed by those ocean eyes he held. She wrote the thoughts of this prince into stories and poems as she was so lost from herself but it never crossed her mind that she was.
But the storm swooped in making her ship unbalance as she fell. Drowning in an ocean of truth. She saw the boy for who he was. She denied and denied as only a painful cry filled her because he wasn't a prince in shinning armor; no, he was nightmare in disguise. But hope filled her that maybe one day his scars will fade with his darkness. And maybe hope is even worse then curiosity because you hold on to the hope that maybe just maybe he will be your prince in shining armor. But darkness never really fades, it just becomes more of an allusion to the eye.
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