seven. light is easy to love. show me your darkness

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𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘
light. is easy to love
show my your. darkness
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━━━━━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━━━━━the scariest                monsters are the ones                that lurk within our                        souls

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━━━━━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━━━━━
the scariest                monsters
are the ones                that lurk
within our                        souls.
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       THE BOY & THE GIRL sat on a bench in an empty park. The autum wind was picking up fast and leaves danced along the dead grass.           At first they sat in awkward silence.
The boy began to regret starting to let the girl in.
He knew he was bad for her.
But she didn't care.
So why should he?

     The girls nose began to bleed as she spoke up & she wiped the irony red substance away with her grey wool scarf.
An unsettling feeling swarmed the boys stomach at the sight.
Now he knows it wants her.

"soooo.....tell me about yourself Miles"

"I'm new... I have a sister named Flora, I uh,
I have a thing for sweaters"

the girl laughed and turned to him, starry eyed

"what?"

"I already know those things Miles, come on, tell me about you, who are you?"

"well uhm...I really enjoy poetry? And drawing?"

"why do your statements either come out as questions, or in an unsure tone?"

"I don't know, I guess...I guess, I don't even know myself"

"ok, ask me something then, what do you want to know about me?"

"what's your greatest fear?"

"I have Nyctophobia"

      Miles breath hitched upon the word leaving the girls mouth.
It was bad news.
The worst.
He's made a terrible mistake letting her in.
It wanting her now,
wasn't even the half of it.

"so you're scared of the dark?" 

"yes terrified, how about you Miles, what's your greatest fear?"

"I have Philophobia"

"aannndd, that is?"

"you're going to think it's stupid" he laughed shaking his head down

"no tell me"

"the word Philophobia originates from the greek word 'filos' which means love or beloved. I have a fear of romantic love or forming emotional attachments of any sort" he sighs and looks up at her wearily.
She just smiles

"what? Why are you looking at me like that?" He asks

"nothing... I'm just not that surprised. It makes sense"






























































Later that night the boy dug a grave.

But who was it for?

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