Angel Berdan
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West's Valentine
West's Valentine Part 1 Her shiny pastel-pink hair shimmered underneath the dark, blue sky as I reached for her hand. Her eyes swallowed my soul into their mossy abyss. These were just a few things I had fallen in love with before actually getting to know why she decided to stick with pastel pink or how many other natural and unnatural hair colors she had endured before settling on it. They existed before I found out the way her dark, green irises spilled secrets she had tried so desperately to keep locked away. This was before I found out our love would soon drive both of us mad. I don’t mean the kind of mad where at the end of a story, the character ends up in a mental hospital because of an actual illness. Neither of us had illnesses. At least not the kind we usually think about, but we were sick. We were sick of each other, of everything around us, and most of all of our love. Our love drove us to do things we would have never thought to do back when I barely knew her name and she never remembered mine. However, even then I was in love with her. Her name is Val; short for Valentine. She was born on Valentine's Day and, I guess, her parents thought they were being clever, but she hated it.
By Angel Berdan6 years ago in Humans