Chapter 95: The love a man feels for another
You were born with eyes bluer than the ocean, so beautiful, in fact, that you deprived me of oxygen. When you were near me, I became incapable of thinking clearly. Your very presence was like an oil lamp, providing me with ample light and enveloping me with such warmth that the minute you were gone, I would feel cold again.
No human being has ever made me feel so alive, yet also as if I were drowning in a sea of beauty and despair. I feared and respected you, hated and loved you.
It's a bitter realization that I never understood these feelings until now. All those moments of doubt, fear, and reluctance to give myself to you, a man I barely knew. How is it that a stranger can move my stilled and cold-blooded heart? Tearing me open as if I were a gift—a beautiful artifact meant to be preserved, treasured, and treated with care, everything you'd always wished for.. broken as I am.
How is it that a being such as yourself makes me wish for your happiness and destruction? I crave, envy, despise, and adore you all at once.
How could this be? How could you leave me so entangled in this web of conflicting emotions, so consumed by the fire of love and the ice of hatred? How could you make me feel emotions I thought I had lost and have the audacity to leave?
Leaving me all alone. Where have you gone? Why have you not returned to me? You are my heart, are you not? My body and flesh, a part of me? How can I go on without my better half by my side? Every moment I spend alone, I am filled with pain. My chagrined heart cannot take the loneliness any longer. Return to me at once, bore me with those ocean blue eyes, make me feel whole once more.
I'll wait here patiently for your return.
Perhaps after you return from your journey, when you turn your lovely smile at me, I'll finally be able to believe that I am loved.
"To love is to consume and to possess. Don't you wish to be mine? And I, yours?" Don't—
Ceremus put down his quill, unable to continue. It had since been a month since Hael went into a coma, resting somberly, not once opening his eyes.
With each passing day, he grew more weak, riddled with the scent of death. He longed to see Hael wake up and by his side like normal, but the young man wouldn't wake.