Thea Loranis
May 25th, 2002, 02:01:06 AM
The ivory white petals on the flower Thea held quivered in the breeze before breaking off. Only a few remained on the green stem before it crushed by her hand. Dropping the remains, she sighed slightly. She was frozen on the inside; loving her was like loving ice. Cold and cruel, yet beautiful.
.. And she wanted to die.
She wanted to curl up and whither away into nothing. She wanted to burn in a raging fire as the flames licked away at her pale skin. She wanted to put a bullet through her head. As long as she was dead. A part of her longed for immortality, but for what ? To wreck havoc and pain among the innocent ? A sly smile slid on her face as she thought about this. Now that she would miss when her bones would turn to dust as the sands of time blew by. The wind picked up as if on cue, and she turned her face so it would blow against her.
.. And she wanted to die.
She wanted to curl up and whither away into nothing. She wanted to burn in a raging fire as the flames licked away at her pale skin. She wanted to put a bullet through her head. As long as she was dead. A part of her longed for immortality, but for what ? To wreck havoc and pain among the innocent ? A sly smile slid on her face as she thought about this. Now that she would miss when her bones would turn to dust as the sands of time blew by. The wind picked up as if on cue, and she turned her face so it would blow against her.