DeathNotegirl3675

Once upon a time, your name felt like the most beautiful word in my vocabulary. My mouth cradled each letter with gentleness and love, as if speaking each letter too loudly could break it, like a piece of fine china. Once upon a time you were a gentle soul, someone who was genuine, and someone who loved without care, just like me. The way poetic words would fall from your lips were beautiful, each syllable falling upon my flush skin, tracing marks like intricate drawings. Your eyes. Your eyes were like coming home after a tiring, stressful day. When you set your gaze upon me I felt loved, understood, protected. You seemed good. You w

There is fire coursing through my veins. And as you cup my face and press your lips into mine I feel blossoms of love spread across my cheeks. I'm not one to blush. ~~~ But when you smile at me and simply say hello I feel the garden of blossoms upon my face grow under your gaze. It traces patterns and leaves soft rosy petals across my tanned skin. I am not one to blush. ~~~ When you decide to take me by the hand and sing sweet nothings in my ear, my cheeks are aflame with deep red roses. I hide their growth under wild curls of black hair, but try as I might they bloom colorful and bright. But I am not one to blush. ~~~ I smile as

A/N: I know its quite dark and sad, but I really hope you enjoy anyway! Realized I posted this to my personal journal so I'm uploading it again! ~~~~~~~~~~ Hes been having this feeling for days now. The unshakable, unmistakable feeling of dread, creeping up like a looming shadow.    Watari takes out his unmistakable, pure white handkerchief, and lightly dabs his forehead as he rests on the kitchen table. The friendly and inviting aroma of freshly made cake wafts around the room, making his dark premonitions something of a ridiculous thought. His grey mustache furrowing into something of a halfhearted smile, Watari looks around the room.