❄BL 'Pure like the snow' ~Writer Contest~❄

[Sai-Miyoshi]

 

Graphic: Sai, Organized: Saga, Approved: Key.

Information:

After being rich on contests for graphic, artists, video making, we decided that it's time to make a contest for people who love to write. This month we will have a new theme set and it's -"Pure like the Snow". You have to present your masterpiece, which describes love between two males. It's up to you how you will interpret "Pure like the Snow". So show us your imagination!

 

Rules:

❆ No explicit content.

 

❆ Minimum 400 words, maximum 600 words.

 

❆ Only stories are accepted, no poems.

 

❆ The story must be rated as for 16+

 

❆ No racism, no religious topics, no animal/child abuse.

 

❆ Love must be between two males.

 

❆ Title of the story is up to you.

 

❆ Post the finished work on this thread.

 

❆ Read the rules once again.

 

 

Prices:

❆ 2,000 points for all that applied

 

❆ 5,000 points for the winner + a Manga cover card from the iShop.

 

 

Deadline: Start: December 3rd 2016 End: December 31st 2016.

[XiuLin]

I am entering a story tonight to get 2k in points.

[XiuLin]

My entry.

Word count without title equals 422.

 

We were sitting by the electric fire place on a night, where Christmas was right around the corner. The warmth of our bodies, in circled our hearts and bodies with a strong hold. One was a brown haired male, the other was someone close to him, and he had his golden locks of hair dyed pastel green with bits of thicker green at the base of his hair by the neck. They are wearing matching pajamas of grey and black paw prints that they had brought together. They were also playing the playlists on the music players together, as they quietly held one another. They took turns playing a song for each other. Finding out throughout this frosty evening, they shared music interests but also different genres.

 

Soon time flew by for the two of them, and it was type for them to sleep. The older of the two, the green haired, Mi Hin began setting up the couch for himself and asked the other to kindly take his room. But the brunette refused, “I’d rather cuddle you until we both fall asleep.” This took Mi Hin aback to their earlier cuddle session. Mi Hin could not say no. So he gently laid himself on the length of the couch, on his back now. The other gently laid a blanket over the other then laid himself between Mi Hin’s legs and held on to his sides of his chest.

 

Mi then pulled a couple other blankets over the brunette male and kisses his lips good night. “This evening has been great, I’ll cook you breakfast in the morning. Also I love you so much.” The brunette male, Tai Lee confessed. He then felt a big bear hug from the older male. He was rapidly returning the other’s confession. “I love you too. Never leave me.” Gently they both fell into sleeping for the night after a soft kiss on their lips.

 

The next morning, Tai Lee was in the kitchen, baking some spuds in the oven, and was cooking eggs over easy with butter and pepper in the pan. Mi Hin was late getting up, but from the smell of breakfast cooking he awoke. “Good morning~!” He said happily. The toast machine popped up freshly and perfect golden bread. “Good morning.” The younger said from the kitchen. He quickly made two plates and treated Mi Hin to breakfast on the sofa. “After eating, we need to wrap gifts for the family members.” He nods and begins eatng his meal at his leisure.

 

[jo_suzaku]

Here's my entry -

 

Title: - My Merry Little Christmas -

Song Credits: Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas [A Christmas Carol]

Word Count: 600

 

 

- My Merry Little Christmas -

 

The house was warm and cozy. A handsome Christmas tree stood proudly in the drawing room, all lit up and glowing. A fire crackled merrily in the fireplace. An old radio was churning out Christmas carols one after another.

 

Everything was perfect. Everything was just right.

 

Except

 

He hadn’t turned up as yet.

 

‘Have yourself a merry little Christmas

Let your heart be light

From now on, your troubles will be out of sight’

 

I stared out the window. It was still snowing heavily. I glanced at the clock once more and took deep breath, trying to calm myself. But it was no use. There was a huge battle raging in my mind.

 

He was late. He was so late.

Wait a minute! What...what if?

What if he’s not coming?

Maybe I just imagined the whole thing!

Shh, hold on.

Stop it! Don’t panic.

He’ll be here. Any minute now...

 

‘Have yourself a merry little Christmas

Make the Yuletide gay

From now on, your troubles will be miles away’

 

The sound of the doorbell sent me into a tizzy. I dashed to the door, almost wrenching it off it’s hinges as I opened it.

 

 

No. No. Nooooo!

 

I stared at the man who stood before me. Tall, elegant and usually smart, today he looked totally windswept and disheveled. But damn, he seemed absolutely delighted to see me. He had a bottle of wine in one hand and a small gift wrapped in Christmas colours in the other.

 

My smile faded. My mind went blank. I turned away, blinking back tears.

 

The man in front of me silently entered my house and closed the door behind him. Then he pulled me into a hug. He was cold, so cold. But I didn’t care. I stood stiff for a minute. And then, I couldn’t help it anymore. I let myself go.

 

I cried.

 

‘Here we are as in olden days

Happy golden days of yore'

 

My high-school boyfriend had passed away five Christmases ago. For two years, I was depressed. It was a very severe case. I was living a complete nightmare.

 

And then, three years ago I met him. He walked into my life at my darkest hour. He saw me in my worst condition.

 

I used to hate Christmas because of my past.

But when I look at him, I think of snow. White, soft and pure. So very pure.

Just like his presence in my life. Pure. Pure like the snow.

 

‘Faithful friends who are dear to us

They gather near to us once more’

 

‘Muuuuuuuuuuuore!’

 

‘I think you’ve had enough.’

 

‘No! I wan-hic-mo-hic-muuuuuuuuuuhic-ooore!’

 

Shaking his head, he poured me half a glass. I grabbed it from his hands and gulped it down, dropping half the wine on my Christmas sweater. He chuckled, a deep musical sound. I stared up at him. And then suddenly it hit me. My drunken mind had a revelation. I couldn’t believe it! And it was all because of this man, this man right here.

 

‘What?’ He looked at me questioningly. And at that moment, I realized that this chance would never ever come again.

 

I stood up, on my toes, and kissed him lightly.

 

I was living in my past. It was time. Time to move on.

 

As his arms encircled me, I realized how lucky I was.

 

Lucky to have someone like him in my life.

 

‘Through the years we all will be together

If the fates allow

But 'till then we'll have to muddle through somehow

 

And have yourself

A Merry Little Christmas now’

 

[FurAd]

I'm giving this a try.

I'm sorry.

Word counts: 402.

 

 

“Stop smoking. It’ll make you sick.”

 

My statement are responded with a laugh—a startled chortle that sends grey smoke swirling up towards the hotel’s ceiling.

 

“I’m fine. It warms me up,” he assures, waving the advice away. He leans against the bed’s headboard and holds the cancer stick before my face. “Give it a try.”

 

I crinkle my nose, turning away from the scent of ash that crowds my personal space.

 

“Don’t,” I warn, pressing closer into the pillow beneath my head. “I hate it.”

 

He clucks his tongue, offended at the blunt way I dismiss his habit.

 

Still, he withdraws the offer—which is enough.

 

“You’re so pure,” he says mockingly. His eyes glance across the room, looking at the dark winter sky beyond the window, “Like those depressing snowflakes out there. Try and take a risk sometimes.”

 

I have been expecting the taunt to come, but the comparison he chose gives me a momentary pause. Pure? Which part of me deserves to be called ‘pure’? And like the snow, no less. Only my pale appearances bear any resemblance to the frozen raindrops. Within, I am just as corrupt as the next person, if not worse. It’d be more fitting to compare me to the dirt that is hidden underneath the white landscape. Barren and unclean, accepting anyone who steps on them without making a single sound.

 

“I took a risk with you, didn’t I?” I say, a light sentence that might holds true, faced with the current circumstance. Making a deal with a Sugar Daddy, a man twenty-two years over my age, surely can be considered a risk (if I haven’t done it before). I shifts closer below the sheet and lays my head on his lap, gazing up with a small smile. “And I thought you like me this way.”

 

His free hand lands onto my hair, fingers card consideringly through the short strands, smoothing out the few tangle pieces they find. He hums, reaching over to snuff his cigarette off at the ashtray on the bedside table.

He exhales a final string of smoke before lowering his head, drawing me into lazy, bitter kisses.

 

Murmuring the reply against my lips, he agrees, “Yes. I do like you this way.”

 

Innocent and untainted.

 

I disagree, but let him thinks what he wants, if that’s what it takes.

 

Let the world thinks that I am as pure as snow.

 

 

 

[YellowMelon]

Title: I Don't Want a Memory

Word Count: 598

 

 

The days passed by slowly, the snowstorm felt like forever, and Casey had yet to see him. The storm had already lasted for a week, but it would not let up. Each day the snow was getting heavier and, like the snow, Casey’s hopes fell. He had planned to meet his lover today, the day he was expected to return from his business trip overseas. Now, because of the weather, all of his plans were crushed. He couldn’t even imagine being next to him. On winter days like these, his only source of warmth was the other man. The warm, fuzzy blanket he covered himself with, alone, provided little source of heat without his counterpart. All Casey could do now was sit in the front of the fireplace, on the carpeted floor, with his blanket, and try to warm himself up by rubbing his hands together. Still, even as he was occupied with this, he couldn’t forget about the person not in the room with him.

 

Andrew was used to traveling. It was part of his job and there was nothing he could do about it. If his boss wanted him to travel, he had to. There was no other way around it. He was also used to being stuck at an airport. It was inevitable that there would be delays when going by airplane. There would always be delays, and, by now, Andrew had anticipated that there would be some delay. What he couldn’t predict, though, was the snowstorm. He had to check into a hotel because of it, and stay longer than he wanted to. It had already been a week since the snowstorm started, and, from what Andrew could tell, it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. What Andrew wanted the most right now was to be home. He wanted to be next to his lover, knowing how cold he would be without him, but he couldn’t control the weather. The snow would fall whether he wanted it to or not.

 

Casey was starting to fall asleep when the phone rang, but the voice on the other end of the line brought him to his full attention. He held the phone to his ear with a shaky hand, doing his best to hold his voice back. He let his lover speak first.

 

“Hello?”

“Andrew?”

“Casey! I’m sorry, but my flight―”

“I understand, you don’t have to explain. I thought you would never call.”

“ . . .”

“Andrew?”

“. . . “

 

Casey waited for a response, but none came. All he could hear was static electricity coming from the speaker. Again, his hopes had fallen. The snowstorm was interfering with the phone line.

 

“Pure. . . “

“What?”

“Like the snow.”

“What are you saying? You’re coming in and out.”

“I miss you.”

 

After those words, the line disconnected. Pure like the snow, the words echoed in Casey’s mind. What could that possibly mean? Shortly after the line cut off, electricity was lost. It was then, seconds into the dark, he remembered.

 

“You’re pure like the snow.”

“What?”

“It’s the way you act, full of innocence.”

“Is that how’ll you remember me when you’re gone during the winter?”

“I’ll never forget.”

 

It was on their first anniversary when Andrew made such a statement. He already knew he was going to be traveling for the winter, and, although neither of them liked the snow, he had come to love it as a reminder. All he needed was snow to remember, but, now, he wished he didn’t have to remember. He wished he was with Casey.

 

[Shafa3]

Ok it took me ages to reduce my word count but ive finally got it within 600! (Excluding title) This is my story entry~~:Wink:

 

 

Title; Soulmates

 

A gust of freezing wind blew, causing Michael and his wings to shudder.Paving through the snow, he glanced up at the moon.

 

Beautiful...Yet so alone.

 

Tucking a lock of golden hair behind his ear, he sighed.

Soulmates. Michael strongly believed in them. The holy books he read spoke of the archangel Michael, whose other half was Gabriel. And just like him, Michael too wished to find his soulmate.

 

But this dream had shattered, for he'd already been arranged to marry and produce a heir.

 

Tears blurred his sight. He quickly blinked them back.

 

“I'm a royal. There’s nothing I can do.” he remembered bitterly.

 

In the world Michael lived in, there were two races of people. The winged ones and the horned ones.

The former, included the royals, who had shimmering, platinum wings, and were feared.

The latter,were people with devil like horns. Seen as unholy, they were either killed or enslaved.

 

Michael, like all winged ones, was brought up being taught how vile the horned ones were. Ironically, his life had been saved by one years ago.

 

“Ahgh!”

 

A loud cry snapped him out of his thoughts. Halting, he glanced around, his eyes coming to rest upon two winged men at a distance.

 

“What happened horned boy? Devil got your tongue?”

“Not so high and mighty now are ya??

 

Edging closer to the scene, Michael saw the duo had dyed wings riddled with piercings. And they were beating someone, sprawled face down into the snow.

 

Anger rose in him. He had to act.

 

“Hey punks!!!” Michael yelled in the strongest voice he could muster.

The two immediately stopped and turned to look at him.

 

“Scram kid!”

When Michael refused to move, they started menacingly approaching him.

 

“Yer gonna protect that horned garbage?” the man with a mohawk growled.

 

“Sorry, but the only garbage i see right now is you”.

The man's face twisted in rage.

 

“What did you say?!” he roared and charged.

On cue, Michael’s wings unfolded and spread out behind him, in full glory.

 

The men stopped dead in their tracks, going pale.

 

“Ye...Yer a Royal?!

“Screw that, let's get the hell outta here!!!”

Stumbling, they ran out of sight.

 

Michael let out a sigh of relief.

 

Then he hurried towards the sprawled figure.

The man was topless. His toned, muscular back, was covered in scars, old and fresh. Heart clenching in pain, Michael knelt in front of him.

 

“Hey…. Are you alright? He whispered,

“They’re gone. You're safe now.”

 

Gradually, the man lifted his head. What Michael saw, took his breath away.

 

What he’d mistaken for snow, had been the man’s hair. Long strands of platinum, glittering in the moonlight. His eyes were an icy silver that pierced into Michael’s soul. Awestruck, he took in the man’s perfectly sculpted face and prominent jawline. He half thought the man was an angle, because his very aura, was pure, as the snow covering him.Then, he glimpsed the two white horns peeking out from the man's head.

 

The man heaved himself up. Then, leaning in, kissed Michael.

 

A soft touch.

Fireworks exploded in Michael’s stomach, his heart speeding up. Alas, before he could fully savour the kiss, it was over.

His lips tingled with the lingering sensation of the other man’s lips. And it was there and then that he knew, without a doubt, this man, was his destined one.

 

“Who….who a-are you..?” he murmured in a daze.

The man's lips tilted into a gentle smile and his silvery eyes twinkled. Then, in a deep, intoxicating voice, he replied,

 

“I’m Gabriel”

 

[Yuare]

Title: Pure heart

Word count: 599

 

Ahhh it was again so hard to not cross the maximum amount of words..!

:_red_fox 5

 

 

“Are you all right, mister?”

I looked up to see directly into a pair of golden eyes. It was a quite pale boy with snow white hair. Maybe around 16 years old...

“Oh yeah I'm fine!” I responded in a sarcastic tone since I was lying on the ground in the middle of a snowy street, half dead and beaten up.

One could clearly see that I was definitely everything but all right!

That's why the boy looked at me weirdly.

“I don't think so...” He then said and I just looked at him confused.

“What?”

“You are not alright, so why do you lie?”

Is this boy for real?

“I meant it in a sarcastic way kid, don't you have anything better to do right now? Why don't you just go away?”

Now it was him who stood there quietly for a bit.

“You sure?” He finally asked.

“Yup.”

“No.”

“What..?”

“No you're not sure and clearly need help. You are hurt so stop that nonsense already.”

I was speechless for a bit but then I spoke up again as the boy got on his knees and looked at the wounds those bastards from earlier gave me.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping you...”

“Don't need it.”

“What don't you need?”

“Your help!”

“Why do you continue to lie?”

“I don't”

“You do, now be quiet please!”

As he touched one of the wounds I felt a sudden pain there and flinched.

“Watch it boy, that hurt!” I said angrily and he looked at me with an apologizing expression.

“Sorry I didn't think that it'd be that bad... You seriously need proper treatment... Can you stand up?”

I shook my head. I couldn't stand up right now. I couldn't even feel anything but pain in my legs.

“...and if I help you?”

I shook my head again.

“Shall I call an ambulance?”

And again I shook my head.

“Then what can I do to help you?”

“Just talking would be great...”

“About what?”

“Yourself... anything, really.”

He went quiet for a while and then he spoke up again.

“Could you try to get there” He pointed at a house wall and I thought about it. Surly I could do it somehow... but why?

“If you... help me.”

He then smiled. He had a lovely smile. A pure smile of a kind hearted human being.

We somehow managed to get where he wanted to go. Now I was sitting against the wall.

“And no-?” he cut my sentence off by surprising me as he laid his jacket over my shoulders.

“Wait won't you be cold?”

“You need it more than I do...”

He then sat next to me and just started talking. About is life, his hobbys and interests and it actually was really fun to listen to.

“...And you? What about you? Can you tell me something about yourself?”

I shook my head.

“Oh okay, that's fine too.” He smiled and I actually started smiling too.

“You know what you remind me of?”

He looked at me confused for a moment, then shook his head.

“Of snow... You have a pure and kind heart kid. Pure like snow and your hair and pale skin remind me of that too.” I took a bit snow from the ground and looked at it. Yes he truly was as pure as this. If not even purer.

 

[1978]

My entry...

 

 

 

 

 

From now on….

 

 

 

 

Please forget me as an actor; I used to be that kinda job.. A job that changed my life forever.......

 

 

Since my life’s been switched as a normal human nature; I moved to America, Land of Freedom and yeah I want to leave everything behind and hope to have new life and all new atmosphere which could cure me from the pain inside…......

 

 

 

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“Maokun, why don’t you follow him?!?! Man, you are too shy; how can you come in this business? You really pissed me off!!”

 

Blah, bla, bla...

 

The director of Takumi kun series shouted angrily along the recording the fifth episode of this movie I’ve been role the main character, I make mistakes again and again..

 

 

Yes, it’ll be the last time for me in this entertainment industry. I’m too tired of it and it’s enough to be listener. I still remembered when I was young, my aunt who is a model invited me to cast the kid’s advertisement, and I passed it. Since then I was linked in that career. Am I wrong having girlish face and quiet noise? Can’t you see all of you are smothering me?

 

But the hard thing is, how can I tell Daichan who always support me? I do know how he feels and how much he cares; he always cheers me up when I’m down and teaches me how to be a professional actor as he is. He thinks that I’m so vulnerable; but it’s wrong he doesn’t know how tough and bold I really am.

 

 

Only two days, I have to be patient; I emphasize to myself, if I could count my breath time to time, it’d be like I’d die so soon..

 

 

“Ok, let me do it again”; I reach to Daichan at the balcony and I keep my eyes on him to capture all on his face in my mind, he’s the first man who took away my first kiss and yeah all of me belongs to him.

I used to think he is my world, my breath and my whole life but after I went to my school friends; it seemed like my life’s a mess and all in vain. I have to grow up and not be the same. The only one thing I should do is going away from here...

 

 

The last day of making Director’s Cut of Takumi Kun V; they had the party; everyone phoned me to join but now I’m leaving on a plane and I don’t look back the way I could earn much more money, fame and everything I want. But it’s over, I’m done.

While I’m passing the gate; someone yells out.

“Maokun, will you leave me alone? Why you are so mean like this?? ”

No, I can’t turn my back anymore; all I can do is bowing my head and wave goodbye…

 

 

 

 

 

 

PS.

 

-///-

 

Just the imagination of a fangirl....

 

 

 

 

 

[crystald]

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Our Love

 

The first time I saw him, he left me mesmerize. With his big blue eyes and cotton candy bow tie. He was walking towards me with a peculiar smile full of happiness and mischief with a lollipop in hand. Every step he took left a thump in my heart; finally we cross paths. I turned he turned and we meet our sight. That’s the story of how we met for the very first time, it left an impact on my memory and a thumping on my heart.

 

The first time I kissed him was like a thunder struck me raw. It started with a tingling sensation on my lips that went rushing through my body. It zapped me hard, I couldn't go back. We kissed and kissed with happiness and joy. It seemed the world was opening up to us with colours and sensations that were brighter than before. It brought a unique spring to my step wherever I went. With each passing day the joy grew more and more. Our paths were cementing together linking us and our stories.

 

The first time we made love it was under the mellow candles light. I remember the smooth skin between his thighs. Every patch of skin exposed felt like velvety delight. We join our bodies in the oldest dance of all. There was no rush, we had all the time in the world. I slowly caressed his body, beginning with his silky soft hair and his beautiful face, slowly sliding my hand down his neck to his chest, where those little peaks were to be savored with my tongue. I pressed a kiss to the center of his stomach and down the road we went.

 

We played with our bodies, touching each other, knowing one another. When we were on the edge we reached the culmination almost at the same time, the world exploded into a thousand pieces and at the same time was contained between us. Our rapid breathing took some time to return to normal, we held each other tight throughout the night.

 

We are still together and while our dreams sometimes drive us apart I find it in my heart that it makes us stronger, because while we grow as separated beings, that growth will nurture our life together. I hope our love will last until we exhale our final breath. Nonetheless his love has made me more than what I was before I met him.

 

[b1nksp3ll]

Beyond the Darkness

 

 

Dark…. Everything was dark, and ugly. It was how he felt in his soul since his partner of 10 years cheated on him with a boy, barely out of his twenties 5 years ago. Alex hated everything since then, even the snow, pure and white, and cold and wet falling on him as he walked home. All he wanted was to sit alone in the dark because since the split, it was where he was most comfortable, surrounded by darkness, both inside and outside.

 

They don’t usually get any snow in this area, so the strange snowfall became even stranger when it suddenly became a blizzard. It was cold and blinding and Alex hated it even more as the situation turned from a simple walk home, into something dire and deadly. Visibility was zero and he felt disoriented and lost all sense of direction. Alex knew though he needed to find shelter or he could be in deep trouble.

 

Fortunately, he suddenly bumped into something hard and miraculously, he realized it was a door. He pounded on it, praying he can be heard despite the howling winds. When the door opened, his sigh of relief became a groan of frustration when he saw the man who opened the door.

 

Since Alex’s first encounter with his neighbor, Jacob Warner, he knew he’d be trouble. His sparkling emerald eyes, his warm sunny smile, his penchant for bright shirts and tight jeans that both fit him like second skin never failed to affect Alex’s mood. He sometimes imagined carrying a bucket of black paint and dousing his neighbor with it. Black is good, black is dark like his soul. When Alex looked up he saw a bright smile and Jacob dressed in baby blue pajamas. He groaned again as he was pulled into the house and the door closed ominously behind him. Alex wanted to go back into the blizzard and just… die.

 

The heat from the fireplace was amazing and Jacob removed Alex’s scarf, coat, gloves and knit sweater. Alex stood there and let him because… just because. Alex was startled when he was pushed onto the soft couch. Before he could say anything, he had a lapful of neighbor who was kissing him so deeply, sweetly.

 

It was the suddenness that made Alex respond, at least that’s his story. His hands caressed Jacob’s sides as he deepened the kiss and they both shivered. They’ve been neighbors and friends for 5 years since Alex moved here, and to be honest, he’d wanted Jacob since they first said hi, but he refused to acknowledge it.

 

For 5 years he reigned in his passion, but feeling Jacob all around him now, he couldn’t stop himself. He pushed his neighbor on the couch and when Jacob opened up for him, surrounded him and ground against him, he moaned in pleasure and he devoured Jacob’s mouth. His beautiful Jacob, sweet and honest and loyal. He knew all these, knew Jacob for 5 years and knew he’d hurt him over and over by repeatedly rejecting him. Not tonight… Whatever brought him here, the blizzard, or fate, it doesn’t matter. He will have Jacob, taste and touch, and love him tonight.

 

Alex awoke on a couch holding a warm, sleeping, naked Jacob. He looked out the window and everything outside was quiet and all white. He looked at the man in his arms and thought, pure, and white, and beautiful, like the snow outside. He held Jacob closer, and smiled. The world seemed brighter today, and Alex didn’t mind at all.

 

[addyLicious]

LOOKING IN BETWEEN

I saw you in the passing, like a cool breeze beneath the scorching heat of the sun. You were a bright light, a different scenery, a drastic change in my sullen and dreadful life. I was afraid to come near you, so insecure to let you see how weak I am but fate already interfered when she brought you to me and I was already being captured by your mere existence.

 

I am the outcast, I am the blotch. I am the contrast to the perfect picture of you blanketed by the pureness of everything but who am I to resist the call your presence. I am not strong to elude the temptation of your gazes. I am a mere mortal who succumbs to my desire to possess you all to myself.

 

…

 

I met your gaze, defiant but unafraid. You had me pinned down, hands gripped in those much bigger of yours but I am not feeling any fear, only surprised by your strength, only in anticipation for what’s to come. The image of you engraved in my mind was like a soothing balm, calming and reassuring. So where do you get this aggressiveness when I have always pictured you as the gentle soul that brings me peace. Is this your true self? Am I being deluded by how I look at you from afar?

 

You brought this upon yourself. There’s no turning back now.

There was that grin that was pasted on your lips, not the lopsided one I usually see but a devilish one that threatens to devour me. My nerves tingle in excitement as I lay there and wait for you to make me feel that I am wanted.

 

…

 

You may have acted differently around other people but when I have for myself, you almost become another person in another realm. I always ask myself how are you in my arms. How are you here with me when I am not what you deserved but the again, was it because it is I that know the real you?

 

I have always thought you were as pure as the snow, as white, as fresh, as soft but you are not and that scares me but fascinates me at the same time. Am I as twisted as I think or am I just being ruled by my love for you?

 

You are only mine and no one else’s.

Another time of being in those strong arms, another borrowed moment from the you that no one knows about, another memory that I will treasure.

 

I need no one but you and even if it isn’t the same for you, I am not asking for that to change. We have the secret that is only ours to hide and only ours to keep. I traced my fingers on those muscles, feeling the strength that it holds beneath the skin.

 

This is all mine. For now.

 

…

 

A cold day of loneliness, a cold day to brace the solitude. I walk with the purpose of going to my class, apathetic to my surroundings. There was no other existence that I took importance with. Only you.

 

Then I heard you before I saw you. You were laughing heartily with your friends, light and free. I stopped and took my time to look at you, to drink in another persona that wasn’t meant for me. I imprinted everything in my mind, for this is not my reality.

 

I met you gaze and you suddenly stopped. In that split second, the laughter was replaced by a sinister smirk before it was gone. I dropped my gaze to the floor, the familiar excitement running all over my body. I looked up only to find that you have gone in your own little world.

 

You may be as pure as the snow as what the others see but you were also as cold, as indifferent, as cruel as its coldness when you were with me. The significant difference is alarming but it doesn’t get any better than this.

 

I don’t need anyone as long as I have you.

[Saga]

 

 

 

 

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