Blurred Rage
He was angry. He lusted for her, and he could hear his blood pounding in his ears. He got up resolutely Today he would tell her. Today, e would own her and today she would become all his. So what if she had seemed distant all day? The way she walked away from him, the look in her eyes reminding him of a caged animal, all of that didn't matter. She was sick. She had been sick for a long time. He loved her, and he would make her walk towards him, even run.
He stumbled into her hallway. His eyesight was blurred and his ears were filled with the pounding of his blood. He banged at her door.He heard her walk towards the door, each step echoing softly on the wooden floor. She opened the door slowly, her hair cascading down her sloped shoulders. She looked like a queen, a swan, elegant and regal. He gripped her by both arms. He expected her to stiffen, or widen her eyes but nothing happened. Her shoulders slumped and she shook his arms off. "Don't," she said weakly, turning away from him and walking towards the window. He slammed the door angrily and walked towards her with resolve. She turned around to face him, and he gripped her again. He pulled her closer and closer, looking into her grey eyes. They were withering, dying. He would bring them back to life with his kisses. Fill them with that fire she had. The one that was slowly being put out. He moved closer to kiss her, but she pushed him away, and walked out into the terrace. "Don't ever do that again," she said tiredly. He blinked angrily. She wasn't even upset. She didn't even care. She was just tired. Tired of him. Tired of the way he loved her. Tired of life. Well, he was tired too.
Tired of being the only one that loved her. He was changing that, now.
He stumbled forward again, shivering a little because of the wind, now stirring up a storm. To think that she didn't care enough. To think that he wasted all these years loving her, and now, she was just tired of him. For everyday that he thought he was closer to her, he was one step further away. She turned around to look at him. "Please don't be angry. You know I never meant for this to be the way it is..."
Don't be angry? Who did she think she was? After all this time, she never meant for it to happen? After all this time? How dare she? His feet stumbled a little more as he increased his pace. He was seeing red, then black. Spots clouded his vision, big red blotches of anger blocking out what he could see of her, except those grey eyes. Those grey eyes that had turned him mad the first time he saw her. The way the drove him mad every time he saw her.
Then suddenly, his vision turned black, and the last thing he heard was her scream.
He stumbled into her hallway. His eyesight was blurred and his ears were filled with the pounding of his blood. He banged at her door.He heard her walk towards the door, each step echoing softly on the wooden floor. She opened the door slowly, her hair cascading down her sloped shoulders. She looked like a queen, a swan, elegant and regal. He gripped her by both arms. He expected her to stiffen, or widen her eyes but nothing happened. Her shoulders slumped and she shook his arms off. "Don't," she said weakly, turning away from him and walking towards the window. He slammed the door angrily and walked towards her with resolve. She turned around to face him, and he gripped her again. He pulled her closer and closer, looking into her grey eyes. They were withering, dying. He would bring them back to life with his kisses. Fill them with that fire she had. The one that was slowly being put out. He moved closer to kiss her, but she pushed him away, and walked out into the terrace. "Don't ever do that again," she said tiredly. He blinked angrily. She wasn't even upset. She didn't even care. She was just tired. Tired of him. Tired of the way he loved her. Tired of life. Well, he was tired too.
Tired of being the only one that loved her. He was changing that, now.
He stumbled forward again, shivering a little because of the wind, now stirring up a storm. To think that she didn't care enough. To think that he wasted all these years loving her, and now, she was just tired of him. For everyday that he thought he was closer to her, he was one step further away. She turned around to look at him. "Please don't be angry. You know I never meant for this to be the way it is..."
Don't be angry? Who did she think she was? After all this time, she never meant for it to happen? After all this time? How dare she? His feet stumbled a little more as he increased his pace. He was seeing red, then black. Spots clouded his vision, big red blotches of anger blocking out what he could see of her, except those grey eyes. Those grey eyes that had turned him mad the first time he saw her. The way the drove him mad every time he saw her.
Then suddenly, his vision turned black, and the last thing he heard was her scream.
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