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nikeshlong

Her

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Tue, 14 Nov 2006 at 03:26pm

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He looked into her eyes, in them he saw everything, joy, the happiness of what he felt they could have, and sadness, his current state of being, he knew they would never have anything, friends at best, and even that wasn't as greater friends as he wished, they were friends they didn't really talk though, for what ever reason they never really talked, but to him, she was the world, the sun the moon the stars, the reason he got up, the reason the world existed, just so she could live in it, but she'd never know his true feelings, he was to scared, ashamed to tell her, cold steel against his mouth, the photo dropped from his hand.

she was beauty embodied in a women, they had similar tastes, likes and dislikes, but for some reason they never talked about it.

he loved her, she would never know.

And in that moment, she was immortal, the sole focus of an exterminated soul, her eyes frozen in the thoughts, the last thought.

Two others like this.
2006-11-14
The commendations this piece recieved in IF1 were: 0 minus votes, 2 plus votes, and 0 astars.
neoeno
2006-11-14
Awesome last paragraph you have there.
sold
2006-11-14

Less... ethereal (?) than Mr. Feather's (indyfluency.com) Blissful Destruction. Still emo though.

razzle_bedazzlez
2006-12-23

you kept me reading. it's really lovely, and it makes a scene in my mind. like a boy in the back of a classroom reading a book while the girl swishes her hair, or vice versa. i like it

rosypie
2007-02-11
i i i i i i i i i didnt think you were this deep, very good. :D im proud to be your sister. ish.
mikeec216
2007-09-29
I love it.