A love confession
I fell in love with the most hauntingly cold pair of grey eyes in the snake house. Those sleek fair hair shone brightly under the dim moonlight in the dungeon. His tall and slender figure created a shadow of despair, observing everyone's move with a frigid stare. He is with a name of a dragon and bad faith.
I've always admired how much burden he could carry on his shoulder. He would never let others catch him shed tears. People called him a coward, little did they know that he was not a quitter. He was too proud for that.
Every night for a year he whispered a spell to fulfill his destiny, the one he never meant to choose. Harmony, to tie, step. Harmony, to tie, step. Harmony, to tie, step.
The final night of his task, he stood on the astronomy tower, where he finally showed the dark mark, unwillingly closed the door for goodness and opened a window to keep himself with a soul and a body. He just wanted to survive.
He was the boy who didn't have a choice.
But I chose to love him.
I've always admired how much burden he could carry on his shoulder. He would never let others catch him shed tears. People called him a coward, little did they know that he was not a quitter. He was too proud for that.
Every night for a year he whispered a spell to fulfill his destiny, the one he never meant to choose. Harmony, to tie, step. Harmony, to tie, step. Harmony, to tie, step.
The final night of his task, he stood on the astronomy tower, where he finally showed the dark mark, unwillingly closed the door for goodness and opened a window to keep himself with a soul and a body. He just wanted to survive.
He was the boy who didn't have a choice.
But I chose to love him.