morbid introspect?
A2 for my express chinese is out of this world! X) i'm happy. anyway i've been thinking about where i wanna go next, and i might have come to a decision. oh wells:)for now, bites that are coherent with that, that is not.
He carefully slips the straps back on, giddy from the heat. Unsteady hands threatens to wake the girl. Inexperience fuels fear, fear creates mistakes, mistakes...
Picking up his shoes(fine shoes those were; What a steal, he remembers) he glances one last time at her face. The look of distress replaced by one of disturbed sleep, trampled sheets and roughed-up innocence. Yet it was she! He screams fiercly. She who drove him to the corner he now crouched in. She! And no one else.
He remembers those eyes, but now they are closed. Those eyes... A fresh wave of morbid desires surges through his blood, it all happens too fast. Clutching her face in his two hands, her eyes flutter open.
Shock revolts and the world comes crashing back down on him. He realises what is happening and his mind fights his urge to stay. Reeling backwords, his eyes can't turn away. The tear that rolls down her cheek is the nebulous fog that shrouds him forever, her unworldy raw gaze that finds his eyes keeps him captive to the deed that he should never have done, yet will continue to do.
He will incessantly, time and time again, commit the same crime. All in pursuit-impetous, destuctive pursuit of his salvation. Salvation from those piercing eyes.
A little inaccuracy sometimes saves tons of explanation
Saki (H.H. Munro)
He carefully slips the straps back on, giddy from the heat. Unsteady hands threatens to wake the girl. Inexperience fuels fear, fear creates mistakes, mistakes...
Picking up his shoes(fine shoes those were; What a steal, he remembers) he glances one last time at her face. The look of distress replaced by one of disturbed sleep, trampled sheets and roughed-up innocence. Yet it was she! He screams fiercly. She who drove him to the corner he now crouched in. She! And no one else.
He remembers those eyes, but now they are closed. Those eyes... A fresh wave of morbid desires surges through his blood, it all happens too fast. Clutching her face in his two hands, her eyes flutter open.
Shock revolts and the world comes crashing back down on him. He realises what is happening and his mind fights his urge to stay. Reeling backwords, his eyes can't turn away. The tear that rolls down her cheek is the nebulous fog that shrouds him forever, her unworldy raw gaze that finds his eyes keeps him captive to the deed that he should never have done, yet will continue to do.
He will incessantly, time and time again, commit the same crime. All in pursuit-impetous, destuctive pursuit of his salvation. Salvation from those piercing eyes.
A little inaccuracy sometimes saves tons of explanation
Saki (H.H. Munro)
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