Fictitious

Again, a very random one.


Those hazel eyes carried some sort of meaning, a meaning that caught my interest. The meaning was hidden, one that never would I ever be able to know. Curiosity was the one thing that I wasnt lacking. Even with that existing, the meaning was still the boss of our "hide and seek" game. Those long lashes didnt give that much of hints instead they acted as a distraction. To ignore them was completely impossible. Fringe, covering his forehead as he was full of sweat. Every man condemned deep jealousy for him for he was insanity towards mankind, in terms of beauty that is. Lips as red as fresh blood. Sweat was trickling down his neck directly to his hard as rock chest. This wonderful discription gave me frustration as he was pure imaginary.


Written by,
Juria Hartmans