As I walk into the empty ballroom my eyes instantly meet his.
He breaks eye contact to look me up and down, looking at my blue dress that reaches my knees. His lips form into a cocky smirk.
That is until he notices the red seeping through my wound, staining the dress. He jumps out of his chair and starts sprinting towards me whilst I slowly limp towards him.
Just as I'm about to collapse onto the marble floor he catches me and gently sets me on it with his arms wrapped protectively yet gently around me.
Black dots begin to swarm my vision as a warm hand caresses my face and then tips it towards his, his eyes scanning my face worriedly. The look on his face makes me want to smile, a look of pure love and fright, it almost makes him look cute.
No one's ever looked at me like that...
Tears prick my eyes at the thought that the last person who i'll ever see is my enemy.
Yet I smile at him, when he says 'you better wait for me' just before everything goes dark and I go limp in his arms.
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Poetry/ Random shorts
PoetryRandom shorts and poetry about basically anything. Things I write in school to just random things I come up with. Hopefully some are inspiring. Sometimes i write how i feel and it helps. They're bad so... be warned I just write because I get bored...
