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Dec 04, 2009
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November's Blood
He walks in the valley of the shadows, Fontana, the city of blood. It was a fresh sunny day at the end of November. A small brown boy, the age of sixteen, was on his way to see a girl...the girl he loved. In black pants and a green patterned with black and white sweater. His hair, were black spikes of doom. As he stepped, he was closer and closer to a broken heart. When Fabian Reyes got to her, he has his eyes set on an angel. She was a diamond, a human diamond. Her eyes were two specs of a star, her hair; heaven's formula. She was a light colored girl, Janett Cardinez.
As soon as they met once again, Fabian didn't hesitate and ran towards her, hugging and kissing her. Bird pecks on her lips was like another day of heaven. He looked into her eyes, and within every moment he was with her, his heart was excited. He had no better choice, than to set the sun over her beautiful face. That day she had to leave, and so he let her go, back to her castle.
Another day came by, November 30, the day of horror, the day of the haunt. She had told him a lie. His companion in friendship; was nothing more than the devil. A much taller human, he was older by a month. He had nappy hair, black, as a torn bush. The face of a demon lord, and the aura in his eyes only killed, and nothing more, his name is, Frankie Holigan. Fabian’s love; was around someone else’s arms. That night when he found out, the ground had cracked open showing Fabian where hell had been all along.
The next day, Fabian waited and waited in the fainting quiet. There was a pain in his stomach, as if someone had blasted him to hell, they had. Two black crows’ only came to pick on his skin and feed on his blood. All he waited for; was a letter, but not even that, not even that came to his heart. Out of the sudden of the depths, he realized he could no longer wait, because even though her love was never real; his was.
The next morning came by and so he sat and began to write a letter, the letter was script, “My princess, my twilight love in the sky, there is a special message my heart can no longer save, a message that must be delivered to you in person.” “As the days go by, my heart goes dry.” “We must meet; Meet me in front of the sanctuary, where we first met.” “I’ll be waiting for you when the hand strikes the twelve in daylight.” “Bring my heart in your hands”…
Another day went by and at twelve in day light, Fabian was there; with the desire of keeping his princess, and with the image of a demon in his mind. Frankie was nothing but a demon behind the human’s face. Now she came, she came with the guilt in her eyes; with the devil by her side. He could only look at her and feel disgusted. “Hello my lady”, he said. She looked at him with fear, fear of the end, the end of the road. “Hey Fabian, I’ve missed you.” She replied.
He began, “Janett, you’ve thrown me away like a toy, like a boy. “After I gave you my trust, I found nothing but dust, in your place.” “Did you bring my heart?” He asked. Before she could speak, he interrupted “because now you will give it back.” She broke out in tears, “I’m sorry my love, I’m so sorry.” Fabian looked down, then he turned around to see empty air. He began to walk, walk away. As he walked he only heard the devil cry. Within every step, he was closer to a better place, as the devil’s cries began to faint; he knew he was going the right way. That day, He walked away with a broken heart, but with a better future.
As soon as they met once again, Fabian didn't hesitate and ran towards her, hugging and kissing her. Bird pecks on her lips was like another day of heaven. He looked into her eyes, and within every moment he was with her, his heart was excited. He had no better choice, than to set the sun over her beautiful face. That day she had to leave, and so he let her go, back to her castle.
Another day came by, November 30, the day of horror, the day of the haunt. She had told him a lie. His companion in friendship; was nothing more than the devil. A much taller human, he was older by a month. He had nappy hair, black, as a torn bush. The face of a demon lord, and the aura in his eyes only killed, and nothing more, his name is, Frankie Holigan. Fabian’s love; was around someone else’s arms. That night when he found out, the ground had cracked open showing Fabian where hell had been all along.
The next day, Fabian waited and waited in the fainting quiet. There was a pain in his stomach, as if someone had blasted him to hell, they had. Two black crows’ only came to pick on his skin and feed on his blood. All he waited for; was a letter, but not even that, not even that came to his heart. Out of the sudden of the depths, he realized he could no longer wait, because even though her love was never real; his was.
The next morning came by and so he sat and began to write a letter, the letter was script, “My princess, my twilight love in the sky, there is a special message my heart can no longer save, a message that must be delivered to you in person.” “As the days go by, my heart goes dry.” “We must meet; Meet me in front of the sanctuary, where we first met.” “I’ll be waiting for you when the hand strikes the twelve in daylight.” “Bring my heart in your hands”…
Another day went by and at twelve in day light, Fabian was there; with the desire of keeping his princess, and with the image of a demon in his mind. Frankie was nothing but a demon behind the human’s face. Now she came, she came with the guilt in her eyes; with the devil by her side. He could only look at her and feel disgusted. “Hello my lady”, he said. She looked at him with fear, fear of the end, the end of the road. “Hey Fabian, I’ve missed you.” She replied.
He began, “Janett, you’ve thrown me away like a toy, like a boy. “After I gave you my trust, I found nothing but dust, in your place.” “Did you bring my heart?” He asked. Before she could speak, he interrupted “because now you will give it back.” She broke out in tears, “I’m sorry my love, I’m so sorry.” Fabian looked down, then he turned around to see empty air. He began to walk, walk away. As he walked he only heard the devil cry. Within every step, he was closer to a better place, as the devil’s cries began to faint; he knew he was going the right way. That day, He walked away with a broken heart, but with a better future.
— GRiM, Dec 04, 2009
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