short story i wrote

[jason021388]

His eyes, they pierce like daggers. They are the first thing you notice. Those sharp beautiful eyes, like they're peering into your soul. They're captivating and entrancing. It's really impossible to carry on a conversation with him because they hold more attention than you can give. His eyes make you give up and give in. What else in the world matters right now more than those beautiful eyes?

 

And if he were to look away? Its heartbreaking, nothing could be worse than him looking away? That stare entrancing you into the euphoric state, what could be better? To take that away would be the worst thing in life imaginable. Would it not be worth living if not for those captivating eyes. That stare could raise gods and topple kingdoms. They could make anyone fall helplessly in love and kill one another just to gain the admiration of this one man. What could be better than to have his eyes behold you? What could be better?

 

And how could you hurt someone so precious, so divine? How could you tear apart the one that gives you hope and vision; that keeps you sane. Why would you hurt the thing that gets you up in the morning and keeps you going? What kind of monster have you become to do something like that to something so pure? Something so terrific? The most perfect person ever?

 

His voice is so pure, so lovely and divine. It is the second thing you notice, if you were worthy enough to be graced by his presence. You should be so lucky to even hear him without gazing upon his visage. The voice that makes everyone listen. The one thing that would make the angriest person calm. The voice that could get anything he wanted. Who could say no to a voice as amazing as his? Who could speak over his beautiful voice, the one that would rip apart the sky and rain down joy upon everyone who was fortunate enough to hear?

 

If you were so lucky, how could you forget? How could you want anything else? Why would you want to continue without him consuming your life? All I have to say is...Why?

 

Why does it have to be me that is the most unfortunate one? Why do I have to come into contact with this perfect man? Why do I have to be blessed only to be cursed later? Why does he have to be ripped from my life? Why does he have to leave me? Why can't I admire his beauty? Why can't he stare into my soul and captivate me with those beautiful eyes? Why can't he talk to me with that voice so divine? Why do I have to sit here with my heart so broken?

 

Because I am not worthy. I am not good enough. I am pitiful. And he deserves better than I could ever give him. I will sit here in the dark and lament the pain that will ever burn in my heart without him.