When Arrows Fly

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d, with no traces of faults. Her beauty is incomparable: Her s

take my eye

rene and peaceful–I wanted to lie down and look at her all day. Her eyes caught light and I

eak this moment. My heart that was gone, seems to hav

ground was pulle

like I am not worthy to touch her. I look down and noticed that she was nak

oks lo

rt as I looked at the hooded figure. Hades drifted clo

in his arms, swallowing, t

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I notice the sharp sound. I angrily punch the

y the twenty first century and I still have the same dream tho

hat connects me to her and why of all the memories I have, she matters the most. She is a thousand years old mystery to me

nished and unsure...I keep forgetting her face, for it ke

rget someone you foug

eel frustrated for as soon as I wake up, everything fades away. I used to draw her as soon as I wake up, keeping it all in a box

t of the bed and was surpr

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stood. I stretch my body and yawn,

oom, my hou

ed. Glancing at my reflection, I noticed the hickeys covering

ood lay la

ief. I took one last glace at my reflection before searching for my pair of boxers back at the room. I sighed at the sme

have a good l

ed to see an almost naked- wait, that was wrong. I should say, a very NAK

nticed at the blonde beauty who was now smirking at me. She was

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gulped. Caressing my chest, she looked up at me with her blue doe like eyes, "Ça va?" (Are you okay?) I bit my lip. No words come to my rescue as I stayed there, glu

ight then and ther

her lips that had captured mine as she pulled me down. She cling unto me, pushing me down on a stool. My lips are frozen as sh

y hand over the countertop making the pancake batter spill as the now broken bowl lay smashed on the floor

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d she smiled, uttering the question I

s?" (Do yo

Non" (No.) Worried, she straighten her clothes and hold my cheek

y left me dumb. I stared down at her, noticing her now wet cheeks. "Loo

You 'ave me believe zhat you lo

hance to smirk anymore as a large pan hit the spot where I was standing before. Glad of my fast reflex, I

wasting it with this blonde. With a smirk, I clutch the banister tight with both my hands and s

s my fav

n't done throwin

he stairs and launched it at my direction. Ducking my head, I commented,

nd lunged it towards me, "Zis are not your zing

y house, instead I have cherubs and books and stuffs. I also live on top o

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heart will never be yours." I move quickly to the side as a vase now lay broken on my spot from awhile ago. Chuckling, I

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xers I just need my little friend covered–I opened up the window and jumped down,

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