Définition of beauty : Son Naeun
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Définition of beauty : Son Naeun
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she seeks him out in the middle of the night still unknowing of the monsters that lurk just beneath his skin, his intentions still unclear to her despite the time they’ve spent together. it’s her naivety that would eventually cause her downfall, she’d drown within his cold embrace, and there’d be nobody to blame but herself. however, here in this moment as her eyes linger on his peaceful sleeping form there is not a worry in her mind. she’s overwhelmed with a feeling she hadn’t felt before, something she’d been told was love, an emotion she had only ever felt for the creatures back from her world.
it was strange, this feeling, how it encompassed her whole being and led her astray. perhaps it was her own lack of knowledge that brought her back to him time and time again even after his fingers had worked her way around her neck and he'd curse at her for the simplest things. those things should have sent the warning bells blaring, yet she continued to return to his side. she never left long, only for a few days at most, and here she was again.
rosa’s steps are quiet as she makes her way over to him, hands gentle when they reach out to shake him awake. she’s unsure how long it takes, more amused with the sight of him waking up more than anything, and a small smile tugs at her lips.
love, if anything, was a beautiful thing.
(love, if anything, was a blinding thing.)
“sorry... i know it’s late.” her voice is hushed as she sits down at the edge of the bed, hands falling into her own lap. “i missed you.”
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