Behind the Fairytales

Behind the Fairytales
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Thursday, August 28, 2014

⌘ Ⅶ. Take my pain away

  Seemed made ​​of pure and sweet honey that existed in that world. Clara could not look away from those golden eyes, which were now marked by bitterness and coldness of years that have passed. The inside of her was glad to see him and she also unconsciously without even knowing who it was. On the other hand, he did not seem to feel the same thing. 
- What are you looking? 
- My apologies. Is that you remind me of someone. 
   She did not remember him. Date felt even more embittered, even if it was not creating expectations. He could not believe that after all this time, the soul of the most precious person to him in the world do not even remember his name or who he was. It was not really something painful, because he did not want to have contact with the past again, even though times were different and there would be no more obstacles, but the time lost could not be recovered even open your heart now. Was better continue as I was and really hope that someday could join his beloved. 
- Are you okay? 
   He did not reply. Not even looked at her before leaving. However, Clara felt that boy was not like that; those golden eyes did not show that all this coldness and gloom always existed. She followed him as fast as he could and hugged him, with his forehead resting on his back. 
   Date stiffened at once, but made no mention of push her away. He just stood still, waiting for her to pull away from him. 
- Why are you doing this? 
- This is my question; is not happy to see me, Date? 
   He exhaled with a deep sigh. 
- Yes.'m Extremely happy. 
- Then why are you ignoring me? 
- Because this is not the real you. You may be controlling this girl, but nothing will make her become a picture of you. Let me go, it will be better for all of us. 
- No! 
   Clara did not know why she was crying and even why he was hugging an unknown boy. However, she felt that her soul was being completely torn apart by his words. 
   Date of hands touched hers, but only so he could get rid of it. He did not want nor had more desire to stay close to the past. She was reluctant to let him go because he wanted to know more about it, can remember her past. 
- Go away. This place will never belong to you. 
   With that he walked away without looking back even once. Clara ran to the opposite side, with blurred vision from the tears she tried to contain. 
- Clara, what happened? 
   She slammed the door and locked it, before slipping into the cold wooden floor, where there was weeping and sobbing, without giving any attention to Veronica, who tried to enter the room at all costs. 

- You should not have taken her there. You should not even have appeared in front of her. 
   The wolf was not satisfied with the conduct of Date, who was sitting with downcast expression on the branch of a tree. He did not know if he was shot by seeing who would not or if it was because so many have said harsh things to her. Even if it did not, the boy still felt fine and fragile her arms around him, but he could not afford to just hand it all over again to run the risk of losing it again. As much as I had willpower, he could never say that it was the same person as always.

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