"I feel like you will ruin me one day, Angelica." His voice was hoarse.



His forehead came to rest against mine.



"But why do I want to be ruined so badly?" He breathed.

~~

He was lightning and thunder, frightening, but so magnificent.

I was a hurricane, lost and in search of purpose.

When we met it was like a collision of two catastrophes.

But who knew chaos could be so beautiful, so addicting.

And for a moment, he made me forget the destruction that is inevitable when two storms collide.

When Storms Collide

/"Quando ho finito, temo che non rimarrà più nulla da scambiare./"

(When I'm finished I'm afraid there won't be anything left to trade.)

Lucian studied Sebastian for a beat, finally his stance loosened and he gave me a sadistic smirk before nodding.

/"How could someone so beautiful be so ugly on the inside?/" I found myself thinking.

My mother always told me that looks could be deceiving. Now I know what she meant.

The reason beauty is deceiving is because human beings are naturally drawn to it. Our minds have a hard time accepting that something our eyes find appealing can actually be dangerous. On the other hand, things which do not possess beauty on the outside often get mistaken for evil and ruthless.

Sometimes we tend to forget that the only kind of beauty that matters is that on the inside, which cannot be seen, or touched, or lost, but can only be felt.

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