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❝i have loved a monster once..❞
example being, her father ; a killer ;
sadistic, tortourous ; s e l f i s h.
she tries to ignore what feels
like a rubber bullet wedged in
between her throat.❝& i can certainly love you.❞
“love for a family is different…”
he read her like a book. and it was
all thanks to his celestial nature.
“you know nothing of love, miranda.”
but do you, lucifer? “this thing you’re
feeling… it isn’t love.… nor is it anything
really. just a mere attraction that will come
to fade away.” yes, he does. sweet miranda,
oh, sweet miranda. please stop this thing
now. else, how will i be able to escape.
❝…❞
she stands, still as water ;
calm within the ocean’s
walls. optics, flared with
amber & hazel coating
over confusion, loss -
sadness.
❝do you honestly believe-❞
a pause. she licks & bites
her lips. brows furrow.
❝that just because i have not
loved in the extent that you
have… that it means i have
not loved at all?❞
she frowns for a few moments.
❝you don’t understand the first
thing about me. you’ve never
even tried to understand the
desire, trust… fondness that
graces my heart when i close
my eyes & think about you,
about us, darling.
but you choose to read the
fragments of me that prove
insignificant. i never voiced
that i loved my father..you
read that it was him, who i
mentioned. family love is
not the same, but my point
is, marlowe.❞
fingers loosely wrap around
his wrist. she glances down ;
eyelashes pointing to the
ground, and she weaves her
fingers between the gaps of
his hand.
❝you don’t have to voice denial.
you can allow your walls to fade…❞
her gaze is calm & fingers still
clasp his hand with locked intimacy.
❝& i know, deep down, you want
to.. however i also know that, that
stubborn little voice is in there, too,
telling you to be careful ; to keep
trust to a minimum, due to past
suffering, loss, angst & agony.❞
❝but i can teach you how to make
that side of you dissapear, marlowe.❞
❝and then, you can tell me what
i have and have not felt.❞