♤Seraphie Elowen♤
The cold breeze,
The cold world,
for a cold heart.
The night folds itself to paint her room, deep Scarlett crystals everywhere forming a constellation only she could read. gold intricate designs on her wall.
The velvet rugs murmur, crystals hang like suspended tears catching the flicker of candles and scattering them.
The scent of roses was long past the bloom. Leaving a faint scent behind.
I lay on my throne of a bed tracing the silver lines of my moon shaped pendent.
"A sigh of moonlight,
A whisper of silver leaves in
the wind, soft, ethereal and impossibly poetic to my poets and writers. " I say as I clench the pendent to my cold heart. " I want my moon like that after this darkness,"
I didn't realize that my maid entered the room, " What is her Highness thinking?" Rebecca asks.
"I was thinking__ how my moon should be when this darkness ends."
" Her Highness has a lot of time to decide that, now it's time for her to rest," she spoke as she came towards me.
"Please leave me alone." I asked politely.
Rebecca's eyes widened in confusion," his majesty asked me to stay with his daughter."
"Please, I'll talk with my father, just leave. I...need this moment to myself ."
"Yes, her highness, but Luke wanted this to be handed to you," Rebecca holded out a crushed paper towards me.
I snatched the paper as soon as I heard the very name__ Luke.
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My Seraphie,
you linger in my thoughts like the stars linger in the morning sky. It's there but it's too bright for you to notice. Why won't you write back at me?
Tomorrow, meet me at the usual.
I have something very important to say.
- your Luke
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I stare at paper in my hand. I began to notice the faint arrogance in someone I never thought would show me. The letter kept getting smaller and smaller, I watched how, as time passes by, these letters succumb to arrogance. They are not even his handwritings anymore. It pains to see the person I loved become a stranger.I was going to put an end to this, for once and for all.
I crushed the paper as the fire emerged. It grew more and more. the constellation shifting farther, my maid rushing out of the room. To help herself from the danger.
I could see my roses burning, oh, something beautiful burning.... I couldn't control the pain, the anger, the stars they were moving further, and my rugs caught fire. I could hear people screaming. Oh, no, people screaming because of my fire. It's burning everything but the sky. No no no this can't happen. The crystals that were scattering the candlelight began to scatter the light from the blazing red flames.
I have to stop this. I hit my head in the bed to stop to make myself pass out. That was the only way out. That will be the only way out. For as long as I know.
"Hurting myself is the only way out, after all misery loves company."