Beautiful Souls
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Category:
Romance › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,152
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is an origianl piece of fiction. I created all these characters, any resemblance to actual persons is not intended.
Beautiful Souls
She had trouble distinguishing between reality and not sometimes.
She always had her head in the clouds; dreaming of her Prince, or some great adventure, where she - the great, beautiful warrior - would save someone.
It started when she was six; the yelling, the fights, the bruises.
It was usually her mother who started the yelling, and her father who started the fighting. The bruises were everywhere; on her mother, on her father, on the furniture, on the walls…in the air.
So she’d run to her room.
She had a beautiful room, pink and frilly and oh-so-fantastical.
In that room the air was clean. It smelt of wet, fertile dirt in the spring. It spoke of flawless purity. The furniture was always white; it remained unblemished because of her tender care. And her parents…well they simply seized to exist.
And she’d sit on the floor, her dress swept around her and a record playing. Her room would blur before her eyes and she’d be gone.
She never stopped smiling.
****
She saw him by accident.
She had gone into town to buy something… She could not remember what.
The theater, small and empty, proudly announced in big bold letters that “Beautiful Souls” was playing. She had paused, charmed by the title, or more importantly, the implication of the title.
She bought a ticket and had sat in the theater. The large screen played advertisements, she didn’t see them.
The lights dimmed and she returned.
He was glorious.
He stood on the screen - her Prince - kind, honest, handsome, and true. He smiled at her and she returned the smile wholly...and fell in love.
AN:
I’ve lost my way on “So it Begins”, so I thought I’d try something new. It feels like a dark comedy, without any jokes.
She always had her head in the clouds; dreaming of her Prince, or some great adventure, where she - the great, beautiful warrior - would save someone.
It started when she was six; the yelling, the fights, the bruises.
It was usually her mother who started the yelling, and her father who started the fighting. The bruises were everywhere; on her mother, on her father, on the furniture, on the walls…in the air.
So she’d run to her room.
She had a beautiful room, pink and frilly and oh-so-fantastical.
In that room the air was clean. It smelt of wet, fertile dirt in the spring. It spoke of flawless purity. The furniture was always white; it remained unblemished because of her tender care. And her parents…well they simply seized to exist.
And she’d sit on the floor, her dress swept around her and a record playing. Her room would blur before her eyes and she’d be gone.
She never stopped smiling.
****
She saw him by accident.
She had gone into town to buy something… She could not remember what.
The theater, small and empty, proudly announced in big bold letters that “Beautiful Souls” was playing. She had paused, charmed by the title, or more importantly, the implication of the title.
She bought a ticket and had sat in the theater. The large screen played advertisements, she didn’t see them.
The lights dimmed and she returned.
He was glorious.
He stood on the screen - her Prince - kind, honest, handsome, and true. He smiled at her and she returned the smile wholly...and fell in love.
AN:
I’ve lost my way on “So it Begins”, so I thought I’d try something new. It feels like a dark comedy, without any jokes.