Watching me, I can feel it. Eyes burning into my soul, I turn and the burn continues.
The stare.
I search and I am found, I search and so I find. I see her. Her eyes burning of an icy fire. I see her, and she sees me, yet she sees through me at the same moment. I want, I long to admit, but I can't. She's too good for me.
Flowing and flowering hair behind her as she walks. Eyes as cold as ice, yet still gentle. Skin as plain and cold as porcelain, yet still smooth. I hate this. I'm being torn between two separate worlds; truth and want.
Truth being pain, and want being beauty. I see her and long to be with her, but I'm not sure of the feelings on a mutual understanding.
If I admit I love her, I lose her by her reaction, a simple "no", but I may get a softer place in her heart. If I don't ask her she won't have to say no, but what if she has the same unfortold feelings for me and were to say yes?
This dagger has a double edge, so slash me with both sides of the blade. May the blood drain from both sides to the tip of where the blood of both worlds shall meet and drop to be free from the world, just to crash back to Earth in a justified time. Welcome to my life of love. Brief till I tell... Or will I?
