Witch Hunts I am finaly done
OwlM:
But something had to change sooner or later I know that. I felt that something is coming. And one night I have put on my mourm gown and dressed my self in huge flafy dress that I was trying to hide myself and went outside to see my new destiny.
OwlM:
It was he a count the one person that I have rejected but still he came back to me.
"Oh my dear Micaonella, I did hope to see you here, but my god how have you changed. I do not recall seeng you so dark and groom."
"Time changes and you know this"
"Indeed I do"
"Have you came here to tell me of my age?"
"My dear sunshine only a year have passed that I havent seeng you, what age are you trying to call me upon?I have come to thee to see you my love"
"Havent I rejected you"
"Indeed my love you did, but the arrow of the Cupid did not destroyed me completley and I still found some strenght in me to come here and find you."
"Why did I reject you?"
"Why indeed because you'we been marriend but since you divorces I think I do have a chance in compiting for your hand."
"Compiting"
"Yes my love, your mama have put you in spot light as of most wanted wife, I am ready to take you as the wife eve if you not innocent any more, and I am ready to give away as much your mama wants me to."
"So now I am a thing that you can buy at the carnaval?"
"Oh no my love that is not what I have ment to say..."
"Indeed you have told me enough"
OwlM:
"My love dont be like that"
"HOW DARE YOU CALL ME A LOVE, THERE IS ONLY ONE THING THAT IS KEEPING ME AWAY FROM TEARING YOU APART, WHICH IS MY DIGNITY THAT HAVE LEFT IN ME, UNLIKE IN YOU.
OwlM:
He pulled me close that I could see his every eyelesh and smell his aroma of mature man.
I wantded to push him away but he was too strong and then I felt a somebodys lips touching my, the harsh but passioned kiss have poisoned me and forced to give up.
OwlM:
Tears have come out from me eyes, but I knew the were part off the play that I have been taken in place.
"Hush my love, I know what you feel" soft voise replayed to my sobs.
I felt his head on my shoulders and more tears came out, I wanted cry more not because I felt bad nor did it hurt me, it was because I wanted him to feel my tears on his ceeks and trough the clothes, I wanted to feel like I am hurt and he would treat me special.
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