تن دے پرزے پرزے کیتے جویں کردا درزی لیراں
من نوں روک نہ سکدا کوئی پاویں کوئی لکھ پاوے زنجیراں
عشق دا عین جے سمجھیا ہوندا لڑدا نال نہ میں تقدیراں
شین، قاف جیڑا سمجھے بھلیا او رل جاوے مانگ فقیراں
"She had a soft heart. I didn't want to destroy it. I wanted it in the palm of my hand."
"Do you know how they tame falcons?
They lock them away,cover their eyes, and hand feed them."
"I'd rather starve."
He chuckled.
"Love was self-serving. A greedy monster without morals, corrupting my most basic principles. Loyalty came hand in hand, tightly gripping my throat."
~ Mila
sleep is an intoxicating rush to blood, makes you lightheaded
"You have a soft heart."
I didn't say anything because, as annoying as it could be sometimes, it was true.
"Don't," he said, as if I could simply change it.
"The soft ones are easier to break."
I wondered who gave this man such a jaded view on life, who cast him out into the cold street. Whatever happened to him, he was still kind and generous, and I couldn't help but find that incredibly attractive.
"The soft ones are the most loyal," I countered.
"And naive"
"If you mean trusting, yes."
"I meant naive," he deadpanned.
"It's not a crime to look for the best in people."
"I thought you would be the kind of girl to hope for a happily ever after."
"I believe in -for-nows. They're...real. Unique."
He was an eclipse, blocking the pain from my head, and probably, the sun.
Just before the dizziness caught me in it's grasp and dragged me under, I thought he was handsome.
Handsome in the way rough palms muffle screams, the way people bow to kings, and most of all.. the way an angel falls from grace.
"I can't marry another man I don't know."
His voice was rough, dipped in something sharp. "I've told you more about myself than I've ever told anyone else."
"That's not a good enough reason for me to marry you, Christian."
"Fine." He shook his head, his eyes flashing with darkness. "How about because I love you, Gianna? Because I think I have since the moment I saw you? Because if you weren't in this world anymore, I would find a way to take myself out of it?"
My heart stopped.
Went cold.
And then lit with fire.
We stared at each other, silence and the vehemence of his voice touching my skin with rough fingers.
"You don't mean that," I breathed.
"I meant every goddamn word I said."
🖤🖤🖤
She clicked her pen. Once, twice, three times. "My guess is, now that you have it, you're afraid you'll lose it. Maybe you don't feel like you even deserve her, though that's a trivial point because, in the end, you don't care."
I didn't miss the her she'd slipped in there. "I didn't come here for relationship advice."
"No." She smiled sadly. "You came here for me to tell you it gets easier, that it blows over, and you'll find a sense of control again. It doesn't, and you won't. Love only gets worse." A sardonic breath left me. "I thought you believed it was just an obsession.
"Haven't you heard? Love is an obsession. Some would even say the moddest obsession."
I'd asked him if he had a weird hair fetish. His reply was, "Only for yours."
"Why?" I'd asked breathlessly. "I love your hair, malyshka. It's the first part of you I saw- the back of your head at your wedding. And then you turned around and looked right at me. But you weren't looking at me you were looking past me, toward your new husband, with this infatuated glow in your eyes. The first woman I wanted to look at me was too busy staring at another man. That was when I started to hate him- and I still do, even though he is dead"-his voice roughened with a slight accent-"because he got that look from you, and I never have."
🖤
"Tell me you hate me, malyshka."
The way he said it so deep ind vehement, slowed the blood in my veins.
I tried to say it. I really did However, as much as it confused me, I couldn't physically push those words past my lips. So, instead, I pulled away from him, flustered with myself.
"This is ridiculous"
"You don't hate me," he said, voice low and resigned.
"But by the time this is over, you might."
"This?"
"Us"
Have different skins on my disposal to fit itno any, as most convenient.
My voice was a whisper.
"I'll make him love me, you'll see."
A thumb skimmed across my cheek. "If anyone can do it, it would be you..." his voice was soft and rough. "Moya zvezdochka."
🖤✨
"Why do you kiss me?"
"I wanted to know what you tasted like."
"What do I taste like?"
His eyes drifted back up to mine. They were so deep and serious they held me captive. His next two words tugged at my heart, even though I didn't know the meaning.
"Kak moya."
🖤
"To live with wolves, you have to howl like a wolf."
~A Russian saying
"Say something in Russian."
"ty samaya krasivaya zhenshchina kotoruyu ya kogda-libo videl"
"What did you say?"
"you're annoying."
(ty samaya krasivaya zhenshchina kotoruyu ya kogda-libo videl
translation: you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen)
💙🖤
His gaze met mine. Blue. Cool silk sheets beneath a darkening sky. Although, there was something else. A flicker of something bright and full of life. Like the reflection in a neurotic person's eyes. It was madness. It was obsession.
💙✨
Darkness loved him. I knew without a doubt- they were on good terms.
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