Here we go. Try to find out who´s talking, I challenge you! Could be either het or slash...;)
I am walking along the corridors. They´re dark; they´re empty.
And the thoughts and feelings that I hide during the day awaken in this darkness. I welcome them, as there is no sweeter thing than thinking about him.
He is asleep at this time, while I am awake – I rarely find rest now during the night. But that he is dreaming, while my illusions are already gone is just another contrast between us. One among many.
He is so strong – I am so fragile, and becoming even weaker by the day.
I could not kill, even if forced – and he has taken more lives than I know of, when he had to.
I might die soon – yet he is immortal.
And while I have been born and this world seems to reject me – he has never had a mother and fits right in.
I am useless – he has a purpose.
I am so young – he is older than most, even if his heart was frozen.
And yet…
People call me an angel, when I smile…He rarely does and some see him as the devil incarnate.
My face is so pure, they say; hair that shines like platinum and eyes which shine like glass.
But while I have been compared to ivory statues…
…I am drawn to him, his midnight fur and blood red streaks. My raven.
Are ravens always harbourers of misery?
Unconciously, my feet have carried me to his room. Almost unwillingly, I open the unlocked door and enter an even deeper darkness as I step inside. His sleeping form is lying on the bed, his breath calm and even as it escapes from his chest.
We are so different.
And yet…there is one thing in which I desperately wish and hope for us to be alike.
I love him.
I love him more than my life and my only wish is for him to love me back…even if I never told him that.A breeze wafts through the open door and I tell myself that this is the reason why I feel moisture brimming underneath my lids.
Suddenly, his eyes flow open, I freeze. Even our eyes are different, I realize, as his crimson gaze meets with the azure in my stare. He looks at me, an expression of surprise on his face.
He seems almost cute that way and I feel the blood rushing in the veins of my cheeks.
Is his heart beating as fast as mine?
His lips part and he whispers a single word:
"Maria…"
Fin
First drabble! First first-person narrator! First romance-similiar thing!
Clap, please.
(long, long minutes of embarrassing silence)
Fine, then. Be that way.
Anyway, not really that hard, was it? When did you know for sure? And final question:
Do you think Maria is alive...or simply hasn´t realised she´s already dead? ;)
Always interested to hear your opinions, if you read, please review!