XIII.After Kirkpatrick found me with Beatrice, I was promptly fired from the Butterfly Pavilion. I had no other skills, so I depended on the money I had been saving over the years and the kindness of Beatrice. Poor Beatrice, she had never looked at me so pitifully than she did when she found out about my recent unemployment.XIII. by CelestialMemories
"Robert, I'm so sorry," she would always say when entering my apartment. For two weeks, she gave me the same treatment: she'd bring me a meal, tell me how sorry she was, and she'd spend the night. It was nice being waited upon by beautiful Beatrice, but I wasn't some type of invalid. Maybe my desire for Beatrice was crippling. Every time she came over, I welcomed her with open arms and told her to never leave.
"One day I'll never leave, but if that disgusting Bobby comes back, he could hurt you even worse," she kissed my lips and soothed me with her melodic hums as she poured herself a glass of wine.
That was always the routine. For two weeks. Two weeks of n
Words Are Sometimes Unneeded. The rain was far too cold this night. Each droplet of water bounced against his scaled shoulders, kissing as the water touched his burning hot, charred body and disappeared into the atmosphere in a finite vapor. One would've thought that he would've become accustomed to the sky trying to extinguish him, but a millennia couldn't make him welcome the icy tears against his body.Words Are Sometimes Unneeded. by CelestialMemories
He walked, his feet heavy and long tail dragging a long, mud-slick trail after him. He was weak, his home long gone and soft arms of his beloved disappeared decades ago. But when he smelled that familiar scent, the invigorating aroma of myrrh, he rose from his half-century long slumber and searched for her.
I've missed you.
I need you.
I love you.
I love you...
Don't leave me anymore...
His claws dug into the mud, apprehensive as stood out in the pouring rain, the tattered old wings cur