The Fight.

There was a murderous intention glowing in her perfect ceramic skin. A tint of pink shone softly across her sharply drawn lips, pursing every time her eyes hooked onto mine. Her eyelashes spoke of a dark story hidden away. She walked as if the air lifted her with every step, pushing me to the edge of fear, slowly weakening my knees.I found a wall behind me. She inhaled, tasting the wind saturated with my fright; I knew there was no place left to break open, to hide. She was approaching, fearlessly, with a poisonous grin on her face, lighting up her figure in the engulfing darkness that surrounded the secluded place. The thud of her footsteps sent me spiraling down some deep unknown. She stopped, right in front of my face, sweat dripping down my skin. Slowly, painfully, she took the silver sword from me, and embraced it into a fire that blinded my eyes, an old love that burnt to ashes.

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