"I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave."
- Hozier
*WARNING: Contains a very sweetheart and a tease*
Francesca River de Luca
He has beautiful eyes, the kind you get lost in.
The kind you allow to haunt you.
Guess I did.
Willingly so.
He looked at me. His hair still a mess, in the dancing shine of the stolen moon light he looked more handsome and human.
"I guess I am asking you to trust me." he said.
I sat there failing to acknowledge the haunting silence that was whispering in my ears some ancient folklore lulling me into a free fall.
Or some sacred spell of the witches of Salem.
Either I can resist the gravity and step out of the whirlwind or I can trust him, accept the free fall and float with him.
"Can I really?" I miserably stood up.
"You know the answer, Francesca. You always have an answer to every question. It's not an answer that you seek necessarily, it's the confirmation that you desire but these days you don't really identify with the one you choose. Your look out on the answer is clouded by your moralistic view of the world."
"Go with the flow. One day it'll all fall into all the right places like puzzle pieces. So when you can't run from your shadow, invite it for a dance." He insisted.
He's desperate.
He's trying his best not to show the evanescent guilt he's trying not to feel even.
But his eyes are stuttering at the possibilities of his selfish desires, dragging me into a lake of advancing fire.
He's unsure.
This man, born to shake and shatter the world at his fingertips is unsure.
"I trust you."
His lips were petals of flame against my icy forehead.
The pride at my proclamation of trust in him showed in his swollen chest and vivid eyes.
God's this is the most beautiful work of art.
I feel weirdly accomplished.
"It's going to hurt when it's over." I can hear the cracks and shakes in my voice.
"Like a bitch." He acknowledged.
We smiled at each other in understanding.
Of what?
Who knows.
My eyes prick with the blinding lights when the shades uncover, exposing the day to play peekaboo with the dark night.
I haven't rested my eyes for what seems like years, they burn at the outburst.
Squinting I dare to stare back at the glare of the sun.
After a couple minutes of my attempts at letting the universe know what a pathetic job it's doing right now for me, I walk into the en suite to get ready for the day.
This day feels more valuable for some reason. Like I shouldn't miss it.
And I sure as hell don't want to.
I have been literally living like some zombie here in this room, I need the touch of another hope to feel human again.
The chilled water works better than caffeine and jolts me back into my reality.
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Romance"You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you. That's where I'll be waiting" - Peter Pan Francesca finds herself under a wedlock she can't seem to escape t...
