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The wind that caresses the loose strands of my hair. The calm sunlight that brushes upon my skin. The tickling flatter of the slightly dampened meadow. The song of vibrant colors surrounding the tiny petals. 

Yet, I somehow cannot take my eyes away from your pleasant aesthetics. The personification of beauty in every aspect.

I wonder if you can hear my heart's silent cry?


My Art, My Love, My Desperation.

The Despicable's Plead

"And you don't even find that troubling?" 


"Just…" He let out a frustrated breath. "Just what am I gonna do with you?" 


I placed my hand under my chin and shrugged, "Nothing?" 


He slumped on his seat and mumbled incomprehensibly. 


But I could guess the number of swear words that were squeezed in there somewhere. 


"Hmm, if I were to count when it got worse...maybe just when Ross and I started to date?" 


"But, couldn't you tell when it started?" 


Solar tilted her head as she stared at me, "Um, you're confusing me." 


I clasped my hands together and set them down on the table. 


"It depends on who the culprit is," I stated. 


Forden tapped his fingers as he thoughtfully interpreted what I just said. 


And without waiting any further, he stopped his tapping and nodded, "I take it that you know who it is?" 


"I don't want to mindlessly point fingers." 


CHAPTER LXIV: A Knock on the Barricades