Your sweet, soft footsteps signaled destruction. As you stood before us, your mere presence was enough to cause chaos. In all your discernible beauty, you stood soaking in the bedlam you were solely responsible for. Angered by your apparent defiance, they quietly hoped for your demise. Violent, vicious visitor, your shining black eyes would dance in amusement as the metal turned crimson red. Satiated by slaughter - that grisly gratification - you would cackle and clap. When night fell, during the glorious witching hour, you transformed into a violent tiger. Your carnage fueled routine - a bloodletting blitzkrieg - you would stalk your prey with the utmost murderous intent. Their loose tongues would start to wag, staining your name with a savagery my heart refused to believe. That fateful, life changing night, I was unable contain my curiosity no longer. Covered in blood, you bared your canines at me - snarling and growling in an unforgettable, harrowing warning - I caught hold of the beast’s gaze. Shaking. Unaware.
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We would run, hand in hand, giggling in giddy abandon. As the earth crackled beneath our feet, our speed would only increase. Our lack of inhibition was the fuel to our adventures. Away from the eyes of our parents, our peers, and all people, we would meet in secret only to reaffirm our adoration of one another. Playful teasing, light nudges, knowing glances that soon turned into full blown smiles - covering and swallowing our faces. Our hands would grip tightly as we would stare at what was below us. Every day, little by little, we would work up the courage to inch closer towards that ledge. Toes digging in dirt, we would inch further and further over the set boundary. Given our bravery, our declaration, we would determine to spend the rest of eternity with one another. Tangled. Intertwined. Endless youth forever clasped in the throws of the other’s warmth and acceptance.
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