She was chasing her dreams.
He was running away from his.
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Joshua Kim is a man of various mysteries, holding a burning jewel in the core of his heart that took up all the space and cas...
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There's this voiceless whisper, slowly hitting the walls inside my head, the sensations-
Its mingling and fading presence left me wanting for more,
making me look through the shadowy barriers ahead.
I so desperately wanted to find you in my memory and my existence.
So I could translate that raw and desperate whisper into a solid voice to feed my hungry curiosity.
A shred of smoky glass between our sights-
I would stare into your reluctant soul to find my salvation.
To think that it would lie amidst your flesh, inside your thumping heart-
I'd have to be a liar to tell you I'm fine, walking over thorns that look like roses to the naked eye.
I so desperately wanted to have you by my side, so I'm walking over beautiful needles tonight,
leaving traces and pieces of myself along the trail that I'd take-
To return home when I'm done admiring something unreachable right before midnight.
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~Valarie~
Isn't it amazing how much a person's authority can change depending on appearances? But not in this case. That is exactly what invaded my thoughts as my gaze, racking around, fell on him.
Despite those casual clothes he had thrown over himself, radiating a gentler aura, his intimidating gaze was nowhere near soft.
And a sentence repeated itself in my mind on a dark, haunting note. It was when I saw him raising an eyebrow that I found my courage to speak.
"Oh yes, Mr. Kim, although I'm late" I replied with a slippery voice, hanging my head slightly to show that I am apologetic towards his highness. My heart was bashing against my chest for an unknown reason and despite that, I wanted nothing more than to make this work.
"I'd expect you to be on time the next time," saying that he sat down, never asking me to do the same.
"Well, I'll just help myself then," I whispered before finding myself a place to sit.
I was sitting across a person that looked kind of like a ghost at some point. Like somebody sucked all the energy from his soul.
A sharp gaze but eyes that seemed like colourless pits, like they haven't been shut for a good sleep or even a nap.
Does he have trouble sleeping?
I was lost in my thoughts when he cleared his throat. I took it as a signal to come back to my senses and shook my head slightly.
