Kiss.| They 🎭

The house is fast asleep and this room is it's quietest lung. Shadows stretch across the soft navy walls, helped by the blue glow of the moon spilling through the glass. The only sound is the rhythmic breathing. Curled up in a cocoon of heavy quilts, the air feels warmer here.

He counted each breath she took. Each exhale. Every time her eyelid twitched simply in slumber. In the church mouse silence. A lot of trust for such a vulnerable position.

"My love is a curse, not a blessing. It will hurt you, break you down, and leave you devoid of everything." He tried to warn her.

She held his gaze, "It's true that you're unpredictable but it's precisely that unpredictability that draws me to you."

"I'll shatter your soul. These looks may be and ARE deceiving."

"And perhaps that's what I've been yearning for all along." The intensity of her love did not waver.

"I can be a monster. I'll break your heart, crumble your soul, and leave you with nothing," he reasoned.

"You've already taken my heart. You own a piece of me no one else will ever have."

Tears trickled down his face. "That's what I fear. What if I hurt you? Leave with that piece of you you'll never get back? You'll never be complete. It will eat me alive, Darling."

"I'd rather have a piece of you than live a life without you. The deceit inside you can't hurt me for I've already surrendered to your darkness." She cupped his face. His touch careful yet so endearing that it broke his heart.

"I'm cruel when it comes to love."

"I crave the cruel touch of your love." Or maybe it was him who did not let her let go.

"It eating me up... because you have chambered my heart and took a part of my soul that no one had ever did," he whispered, her breath fanning over his lips.

She pressed his lips against her in a gentle brush, a stark contrast to the fiery intensity of the emotion it promised. "Then let me take the rest of your soul deceiving me or not."

The house is fast asleep and this room is it's quietest lung. Shadows stretch across the soft navy walls, helped by the blue glow of the moon spilling through the glass. The only sound is the rhythmic breathing. Curled up in a cocoon of heavy quilts, the air feels warmer here.

He counted each breath she took. Each exhale. Every time her eyelid twitched simply in slumber. In the church mouse silence. A lot of trust for such a vulnerable position.

"My love is a curse, not a blessing. It will hurt you, break you down, and leave you devoid of everything." He tried to warn her.

She held his gaze, "It's true that you're unpredictable but it's precisely that unpredictability that draws me to you."

"I'll shatter your soul. These looks may be and ARE deceiving."

"And perhaps that's what I've been yearning for all along." The intensity of her love did not waver.

"I can be a monster. I'll break your heart, crumble your soul, and leave you with nothing," he reasoned.

"You've already taken my heart. You own a piece of me no one else will ever have."

Tears trickled down his face. "That's what I fear. What if I hurt you? Leave with that piece of you you'll never get back? You'll never be complete. It will eat me alive, Darling."

"I'd rather have a piece of you than live a life without you. The deceit inside you can't hurt me for I've already surrendered to your darkness." She cupped his face. His touch careful yet so endearing that it broke his heart.

"I'm cruel when it comes to love."

"I crave the cruel touch of your love." Or maybe it was him who did not let her let go.

"It eating me up... because you have chambered my heart and took a part of my soul that no one had ever did," he whispered, her breath fanning over his lips.

She pressed his lips against her in a gentle brush, a stark contrast to the fiery intensity of the emotion it promised. "Then let me take the rest of your soul deceiving me or not."