[previously titled 'Aurelian']
Am I even real?
Chest weighing heavy,
Limbs going numb
There's a pressure in my head
I wonder if I even exist.
Tears push against my eyes.
Heart empty.
Ringing in my ears.
I'm flesh and bone.
So far removed,
The trag...
She sits back in her chair, an air of elegance surrounding her. Her right leg crosses over her left. Her short dress and six inch stilettos doing wonders for her calves. A glass of lemonade hides the self satisfied smirk painted onto cherry red lips.
The young woman resembles every bit the queen she feels like.
She revels in the feeling of power that engulfs her at the mere thought of the events that took place just hours prior.
She never fathomed doing such a thing but now that she had, she has no intention of stopping.
She turns her gaze to the boy-no man-sitting opposite her. The man sends a mischievous wink her way when he notices her stare. She gazes at him meaningfully. With just a mere look, the young man understands what his cousin is insinuating.
He nods at her discreetly, promising that he will teach her everything that she wishes.
Oh, Yusha Adam. We're not finished with you.
Not by a long shot.
And so began the golden boy's destruction.
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