Power. Something that was out of my reach she had.
Power. It was something not earned but given. Does she even now how to use it? Was she just a child with a rapier?
No the smugness in her smile clearly shows that she knows of her superiority. What a narcissist.
But I could not hate her.
Because her eyes were of melted gold, and I was the poor man longing for it.
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Kısa HikayeEyes are everywhere. They are the most entrancing part of the body and as most people may say : they are the windows to the soul. As one man walks through life he encounters many people, young and old. Even if he forgets their names, and even their...
