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The Night Of Christmas Eve
They never said anything about that night. They never said anything about the fight. When the blue skies turn blue, and the sun is covered in grey. I cannot stand the voices of my past that echo in my head. The memories that catch my eyes reflection of me, when I try to visit his shallow nightmare on that specific prior. Makes me tremble, and puts my hands to jitter, feeling this rising pounds of my heart. Each pace makes my emotion worsen like crashing shores. “YOU! WILL NEVER BE THE SAME!!” The repetitions of voice pierce my ears. Those voices cause my energy to turn to fatigue. I hear each of his voice lashes at me. The only thing that I can remember is the pain that’s on my wounds and the shame of what I’ve been. I will tell you where it all began.
It started back in December on Christmas Eve. Back when I met the first love of my life. Adam Kane, his blond hair, and his deep grey and crisp eyes were seen looking on a Christmas tree full of cupid lights. The illumination glows green, red, and blue as I saw him enjoy the nice view of the spectacular Christmas. A snowflakes gently falls to my hands, as I check on my palms. “Christmas looks lovely, right?” I released the words on my lips. And glance at the stranger beside me. His rims spread while he replies “Well, it’s my first time feeling its spirit”. We both grasp air in our lungs to sigh. We stay there for a long, only to embrace the night. Although as days pass by, we start to get along, to text messages, then transcending to calls. We start to meet ourselves regularly, the calendars tear themselves months per month as the days goes by. Adam was sweet as strawberries and kind, his smile puts me soften myself. Adam makes me feel in harmony, and drive with deep sensation in my careasing my heart. Every Saturday after work, we went to a cafe to relax the breeze. The hot cocoa on my lips tastes its sweet and bitter flavors in its warm colors.
And I mention his name, as to hold his hands on the wooden table. “Adam, do you ever... um, feel to take me on somewhere special?.” His eyes gaze at me while I look at his features on his face. He answers after my question, “Well, I don’t want to ruin surprises, so I won’t tell you” he pulls his waves of pleasant laughter. While I tighten my hands to his. He is full of surprises every year, Christmas, Valentines, and even the days that we don’t celebrate. He gives simple things to things that open your eyes wide I only need him by my side. Every night, we saw how much he loves me. How much he cares for me until that one night.
He invited me to the same site we have met. The same Christmas three a year ago. Adam and I that night made me heartbroken... He shoves me away with his hand, while not knowing my mistakes. Yes.. he was full of surprises, as I say. And he never told this to me, he lied to me... thing he had these years was him being enclosed. And was never true love after all, and that breaks my heart... He screams words thundering to me. And attacks of question... puts me to wobble my arm afraid...
[Adams POV]
My name is Adam Kane, I work as a photographer, On the day of December twenty-fourth, I was tasked to investigate a woman near the plaza. And met this beautiful girl on the day of Christmas eve. Avery and I almost have ended in true love. She is only a manipulative crickey whore. She was beautiful as sunlight, and the rims of her lips are mellow. Her personality makes my heart strum like guitars. Harmony with her heartfelt words, a engulfs my heart to melt in twilight. Her name is Avery. Sweet name isn’t it? Although I noticed it on every move. Avery shows behavior while seeing red flags. On the night at the cafe, she powdered my drink as if she doesn’t know I was looking. I’m former police, that almost fall in love with a psychopath.
We even made love on that night, to smother me to her open body to feel her warmth and love. Everything that hour, I thought things are completely real, but ended up that things are illusions to compete for my eyes. She was not fed in love, but only lust. To manipulate me that time I slept, I might never be awake anymore. She’s a good liar... So I invited her to the same plaza where we met, on the same day but a year ahead. To feel this nostalgic breeze of cold swirl upon my cheeks and lead lights bright to the night skies. Her importance was there, as fake as lies. Her delicate smile was beaming but as cold as ice. Avery... was not nice, as we moved to the same site. Silently... and looks at her beside me. My emotions are overwhelmed and flushed heavily by stomy thoughts by what she has done to me. As I lashed my hands to her face harshly. Understanding those red marks on her face pins her to pause. The environment quiets, to hear her lips shut close and stare at me.
I grip my words to her. “Avery Foster you are under arrest, for euthanizing five people.” “You’re such a manipulative whore...” “Y... you made me love... you. Both of us commit to our hearts.” “And you... you lied...”. Avery speaks, as her voice cutting out. “Although... my love for you has grown...”. “You changed me...”. “My love for you is true...”. In my voice, I crack my voice in tremble, "YOU WILL NEVER BE THE SAME!". I glimpse at her eyes as it welled in tears, to know the change in her personality strifes. Her voice was shaken like earthquakes to see me put my words against her. And things we have done were true. I realize... that night everything was real...
My love for her was broken per month, to judge her. I thought the things she portrays to me were only a mirror. She never played me... Now... now I am aware... of what cast to me... I made a person change her life... Yet... the police came along to arrest her until I was muzzled in silence... I can’t speak words on my lips. As silence embraces me warm. This choking stone I swallowed to my throat, and resentfulness release the gun on my hand. As it tumbles off the flooring slowly. I open my palms as a snowflakes melt on my hands. And I will remember this day, the day that suppressed me. Her quivering expressions that peer to me, her lips shaking, and tears fall to her warm cheeks. But the people who died need the right justice... and for the right justice, I sacrificed the love of my life. My hearing hears this thin sharp line... while trickling tears beat the ground. She was bashed by police, as she stumbles to the ground, and bleeding. Her waves of cries meet my ears. To meet the love of my life gone forever...
© Dream With Me
It started back in December on Christmas Eve. Back when I met the first love of my life. Adam Kane, his blond hair, and his deep grey and crisp eyes were seen looking on a Christmas tree full of cupid lights. The illumination glows green, red, and blue as I saw him enjoy the nice view of the spectacular Christmas. A snowflakes gently falls to my hands, as I check on my palms. “Christmas looks lovely, right?” I released the words on my lips. And glance at the stranger beside me. His rims spread while he replies “Well, it’s my first time feeling its spirit”. We both grasp air in our lungs to sigh. We stay there for a long, only to embrace the night. Although as days pass by, we start to get along, to text messages, then transcending to calls. We start to meet ourselves regularly, the calendars tear themselves months per month as the days goes by. Adam was sweet as strawberries and kind, his smile puts me soften myself. Adam makes me feel in harmony, and drive with deep sensation in my careasing my heart. Every Saturday after work, we went to a cafe to relax the breeze. The hot cocoa on my lips tastes its sweet and bitter flavors in its warm colors.
And I mention his name, as to hold his hands on the wooden table. “Adam, do you ever... um, feel to take me on somewhere special?.” His eyes gaze at me while I look at his features on his face. He answers after my question, “Well, I don’t want to ruin surprises, so I won’t tell you” he pulls his waves of pleasant laughter. While I tighten my hands to his. He is full of surprises every year, Christmas, Valentines, and even the days that we don’t celebrate. He gives simple things to things that open your eyes wide I only need him by my side. Every night, we saw how much he loves me. How much he cares for me until that one night.
He invited me to the same site we have met. The same Christmas three a year ago. Adam and I that night made me heartbroken... He shoves me away with his hand, while not knowing my mistakes. Yes.. he was full of surprises, as I say. And he never told this to me, he lied to me... thing he had these years was him being enclosed. And was never true love after all, and that breaks my heart... He screams words thundering to me. And attacks of question... puts me to wobble my arm afraid...
[Adams POV]
My name is Adam Kane, I work as a photographer, On the day of December twenty-fourth, I was tasked to investigate a woman near the plaza. And met this beautiful girl on the day of Christmas eve. Avery and I almost have ended in true love. She is only a manipulative crickey whore. She was beautiful as sunlight, and the rims of her lips are mellow. Her personality makes my heart strum like guitars. Harmony with her heartfelt words, a engulfs my heart to melt in twilight. Her name is Avery. Sweet name isn’t it? Although I noticed it on every move. Avery shows behavior while seeing red flags. On the night at the cafe, she powdered my drink as if she doesn’t know I was looking. I’m former police, that almost fall in love with a psychopath.
We even made love on that night, to smother me to her open body to feel her warmth and love. Everything that hour, I thought things are completely real, but ended up that things are illusions to compete for my eyes. She was not fed in love, but only lust. To manipulate me that time I slept, I might never be awake anymore. She’s a good liar... So I invited her to the same plaza where we met, on the same day but a year ahead. To feel this nostalgic breeze of cold swirl upon my cheeks and lead lights bright to the night skies. Her importance was there, as fake as lies. Her delicate smile was beaming but as cold as ice. Avery... was not nice, as we moved to the same site. Silently... and looks at her beside me. My emotions are overwhelmed and flushed heavily by stomy thoughts by what she has done to me. As I lashed my hands to her face harshly. Understanding those red marks on her face pins her to pause. The environment quiets, to hear her lips shut close and stare at me.
I grip my words to her. “Avery Foster you are under arrest, for euthanizing five people.” “You’re such a manipulative whore...” “Y... you made me love... you. Both of us commit to our hearts.” “And you... you lied...”. Avery speaks, as her voice cutting out. “Although... my love for you has grown...”. “You changed me...”. “My love for you is true...”. In my voice, I crack my voice in tremble, "YOU WILL NEVER BE THE SAME!". I glimpse at her eyes as it welled in tears, to know the change in her personality strifes. Her voice was shaken like earthquakes to see me put my words against her. And things we have done were true. I realize... that night everything was real...
My love for her was broken per month, to judge her. I thought the things she portrays to me were only a mirror. She never played me... Now... now I am aware... of what cast to me... I made a person change her life... Yet... the police came along to arrest her until I was muzzled in silence... I can’t speak words on my lips. As silence embraces me warm. This choking stone I swallowed to my throat, and resentfulness release the gun on my hand. As it tumbles off the flooring slowly. I open my palms as a snowflakes melt on my hands. And I will remember this day, the day that suppressed me. Her quivering expressions that peer to me, her lips shaking, and tears fall to her warm cheeks. But the people who died need the right justice... and for the right justice, I sacrificed the love of my life. My hearing hears this thin sharp line... while trickling tears beat the ground. She was bashed by police, as she stumbles to the ground, and bleeding. Her waves of cries meet my ears. To meet the love of my life gone forever...
© Dream With Me
