08-21-2019, 12:42 AM
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And she wondered why she tried, because getting attached had never gotten her anywhere. She destroyed anything that was hers, she pushed away anyone that started to see all the real sides of her. She was reminded, over and over again, why her strings were tied with slipknots – one pull, and she could be gone.
But not with Ophanim. They were bound together in a knot like a constrictor; so tight that nothing was severing them. The harder she pulled, the tighter the knot became, and she had fought it at first. She had left him every chance she could, she had made sure to make him think nothing with them was concrete. The joke was on her when she finally fell for him – hard. She had pushed him away and straight into other’s arms, and she had thought that feeling of betrayal gave her every right to justify her actions. He cheated – so she did, too.
It was just like her, though, to take it too far.
And now they were here, standing face to face, standing so close they could feel each other’s heartbeats. Now they were here, at the top of a mountain, where she was trying to convince him to not throw away the heart she had stolen and broken and handled so carelessly. His words cut her, but for him, she is entirely transparent. She doesn’t try to hide herself, doesn’t try to put up the walls she usually keeps erected.
She flinches as his words land their mark, and tears glitter along the rim of her eyes.<i> “I know,”</i> her voice trembles, and she recoils away from him slightly, her nose tucking towards her chest. <i> “We have both hurt each other so much, but I wouldn’t trade you for anything, or anyone.”</i> Her jaw clenches, her eyes closing tightly as the tears finally cascade down her smooth cheeks.<i> “If I could show you my heart, I would. If there was a way that you could feel everything that is inside of it then you would understand, and you would see that there has never been room for anyone else except you.”</i> She can’t help herself when she reaches for him again, when she brushes her lips against a damp track on his cheek,<i> “Just you. I promise.”</i></p><p class="starsin2_name" style="line-height: 0.7em">starsin</p> <p class="starsin2_quotetwo" style="line-height: 1.5em">it’s not like me to be so mean. you’re all I wanted.<br> ( just let me hold you Like a hostage. )</p> </div> </div> </center>
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But not with Ophanim. They were bound together in a knot like a constrictor; so tight that nothing was severing them. The harder she pulled, the tighter the knot became, and she had fought it at first. She had left him every chance she could, she had made sure to make him think nothing with them was concrete. The joke was on her when she finally fell for him – hard. She had pushed him away and straight into other’s arms, and she had thought that feeling of betrayal gave her every right to justify her actions. He cheated – so she did, too.
It was just like her, though, to take it too far.
And now they were here, standing face to face, standing so close they could feel each other’s heartbeats. Now they were here, at the top of a mountain, where she was trying to convince him to not throw away the heart she had stolen and broken and handled so carelessly. His words cut her, but for him, she is entirely transparent. She doesn’t try to hide herself, doesn’t try to put up the walls she usually keeps erected.
She flinches as his words land their mark, and tears glitter along the rim of her eyes.<i> “I know,”</i> her voice trembles, and she recoils away from him slightly, her nose tucking towards her chest. <i> “We have both hurt each other so much, but I wouldn’t trade you for anything, or anyone.”</i> Her jaw clenches, her eyes closing tightly as the tears finally cascade down her smooth cheeks.<i> “If I could show you my heart, I would. If there was a way that you could feel everything that is inside of it then you would understand, and you would see that there has never been room for anyone else except you.”</i> She can’t help herself when she reaches for him again, when she brushes her lips against a damp track on his cheek,<i> “Just you. I promise.”</i></p><p class="starsin2_name" style="line-height: 0.7em">starsin</p> <p class="starsin2_quotetwo" style="line-height: 1.5em">it’s not like me to be so mean. you’re all I wanted.<br> ( just let me hold you Like a hostage. )</p> </div> </div> </center>
