Two grazing forward, butterflies spreading their wings fore-shadowing precious gems. Pure as Black, reflecting their dances. Snow cold hearts prim white with vanquish and lies. Staining their glass of death. To free themselves from white finally falling through the black truth, happily, sinfully, rightfully dancing. Gulping the last of relief. As death clashed them apart; broken jewels. Life protected our hearts from the temptation. Flying off my our little parts with the last task to guide the shining light on our deepest pride. The last gift. Even if his spectacles forced his happiness, his large captiving bright gray eyes. Fell through the depth of lies but his heart was wounded and touched. 'Why is the world so beautiful? If I can't see it' he whispers softly breaking the last tear. Turning his back to yours, the shield. He whispered the last words but I could not see. ---------------------------------------------------------- Btw author-chan here, if you have in the slightest obligation to f***** steal his story. Hed my warning, I will hunt you down for it. If you wish to forward the story then, please do so with recognition of the writer. As you should do so with the many other writers on Wattpad. Just to be safe 😊