Today, the autumn wind isn't bitter. I walk down a path of memories, but only one of them belongs to you. A chaste monument of your life, one that only I ever pay any heed to. On your anniversary, I come here and remember everything. Those numbers on the glossy stone make me choked up, my eyes misty.
But... I cannot mourn the loss of a life that was never mine to love.
I wipe away the tears from my eyes and my knees buckle as I crash to the ground. My mind recalls the last words you ever spoke to me and the way your lips fumbled with each and every syllable. I think I'll miss that about you more than anything. Normally people wo
Once upon a time there were three people. Two men, and one woman.
One of the men hated himself for craving the blood of others. He kept himself locked away in the tower of the second man, who was a wealthy noble.
The woman was the second man's personal servant, and he worked her like a slave. He claimed to love her the most out of all of his servants, and for a while, she believed him.
However, one day while taking a walk through the woods on the man's estate, she found a huge ebony tower.
She asked her master about it, and he denied it's very existence, so she decided to investigate it in secret so her master would not have her whipped.
My body was on fire, my foot and lower leg pulsing and throbbing and it spread and I could feel it everywhere. My entire body beating to the tune of my heart, blood fevered and racing and my vision blurring and getting black at the corner.
Just twenty minutes earlier I was thinking about the boy. The boy who had lips like silk and a tongue that slid against mine like butter. The boy's face was soft like a doll's but it wasn't at all too feminine. His hair was shaggy and it hung in his face and I couldn't tell what colour it was, brown or black? He had a laugh that could light up my day, a smile that made me smile, blue eyes that would gleam
I used to see people that didn't exist.
They didn't know that they didn't exist, they just simply... didn't. I think I was the only one who could see them. I called them Invisibles, but not to their faces.
Nobody wants to now if they're Invisible, you know?
My best friend was Invisible. She didn't know she was, but she always wanted to know why people wouldn't talk to her. Why nobody paid her any attention.
Why doesn't anyone ask me how my day is, Sam? she asked me, but I didn't have an answer. I still don't. I wanted to say its because I'm Visible and she's not, and that's why people talked to me, but I didn't want to hurt her.