In the Night / C. Crawford
la douleur exquise: (n.) the heart-wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable
He was gorgeous. Tall, dark, wavy hair and brown eyes like melted chocolate. The kind of eyes that captivated you with each look.
She was beautiful. Long, wavy blonde hair and eyes that left the sea envious of their hue. The kind of eyes that were dangerous and exciting.
Together they were like earth and water.
The entire night, that one night, was incredible. He was incredible. They talked and laughed and cried and opened up to each other. Strangers. And it was beautiful.
She wasn't a relationship person; she made that painfully clear. But still, she thought a part of her might love him. But it was a one night thing, that they had both agreed on. With who he was, somebody, and who she was, nobody? It would never work out.
At least that's what she told herself after she disappeared in the night.
(Warning: mildly NSFW; contains strong language and some sexual content)