My name's Francesca. I like robots, books, tea, history, culture, and cats. I post fun(ny) things, pretty things, ugly things, real things, mostly for personal enjoyment. :)
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I forgot when I wrote this… (His point of view of the lady that lived across the hill)
I couldn’t even begin to process what was happening… She was a confusion ofcontradictions. She was blatantly beautiful, yet there was something unsightly about her. Her smile captivated every inch of me. Yet she exuded something deeper. Her eyes… They screamed at me to look twice, to get past the exterior, to delve into her soul. And I did.
I looked right through her and saw her. I was captivated and bereaved. I was washed away with the tears she had cried, from the anguish she inexplicably felt everyday, from the past—an unspeakable past—that still haunts her this very day.
The sorrow and despair that I couldn’t begin to fathom. And how stubborn she was. Too proud to look weak. Oh, but a mighty good charlatan was she. How she masquerades around like a child, so blithely unconcerned with everything around her. And I discovered the truth.
She devoured me with her innocence. She drank me down with one look, and I couldn’t refuse. Untouchable yet vulnerable. Alluring yet undesirable. I was swept into her, and I didn’t care.
I wanted her. I needed her. My hands burned with desire to touch the flesh that, once upon a time, tore me apart.
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