She sat still with open eyes, having a
desire for that which was currently absent from her environment. Her
will was to have him, and in another context her will was to kill
him. She had a peculiar beauty, one that you would not find in
another woman's eyes. Nay, she was all in a league of her own. And
for that I fell in love like so many others, but my love was all in
vain. Had I prescience knowledge, I would not have knocked on her
door to declare to her my love, even though when I did, I had but a
penny of hope.
Her soft eyes which at times were hard
towards me was very full of pity, coupled with a patronising care. In
that moment I had hoped that she was a Delilah, namely one who would
play me and pretend that she loved me, whereas she was altogether in
the employment for my enemies gain. At least I would have thought in
that moment that she loved me; and when her treachery was at last
uncovered, my consolation would have been the remembrance and
sweetness in kissing her. But nay, none of this was my portion save
an offer to go for an ice cream to discuss some irrelevant scientific
discovery which has nothing to do with my love of train-spotting.
K.Oni
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