he’d FELT eyes burning into his nape all night long, but he could not SEE; blinded by the headlights of a deer--- one that INVOKED something, a turmoil within his chest. an... inspiration. still, he COULD NOT feel at ease. & now it LAUGHED in zak’s arms & he did... nothing. smile. SMILE, angelus; he reminds himself, swallowing POISON not to spit it out. BUTTERFLIES were meant to fly, flap wings he’d BUILT far away. BEAUTIFUL, wasn’t it? as it should be. time to linger, it GRANTS him the gift of spotting her--- a true sight. and due to that turmoil brewing within his inner foldings... there was a something. a TIGHTNESS in his throat? and... lower... his CHEST; a TINY bee buzzing in his ear, when had it STUNG him? but PAIN--- he cherished pain, so what was... wrong? NO. he could NEVER allow it, dwell on these PATHETIC idle fantasies. & yet here he stands behind HER, azure pools BESTOWED the relieving sight of golden curls.
❛ ...you're STARING. ❜
