AhngelicDemon
Blue eyes...Blue hair...Not gonna leave here witho
The sight of it..it released a flood, a flood of pure and extreme rage. The anger seeped into his being, fueling his heart to pump as it has never before. His heat levels accelerated at alarming rates, his innards melted, in such a way that anger does to one's soul and mind. His thoughts came to a halt, his strength tripled, quadrupled even! He gritted his teeth so tightly that they began burrowing deeper into his gums, and still his rage grew. The demon inside of him has awoken, lusting for blood, fueled by hatred. His fingers dug into the palms of his hands, digging into his skin, his eyes became bloodshot, and his veins grew fat from blood.
But as soon as it came, the demon fell back to sleep. His hands fell back open to his sides, his heart slowed down, and he grew cold. His teeth ached, his palms hurt. No damage was done, no one was hurt but the boy's heart, which was broken in two. Knowing he could change nothing, knowing he could only live like this, in a state of depression and love, he walked away.
Thus is the nature of suppressed love.
~Alright, so, does this give the feeling I intended it to have? Did I emote everything right? Please critique this.~
But as soon as it came, the demon fell back to sleep. His hands fell back open to his sides, his heart slowed down, and he grew cold. His teeth ached, his palms hurt. No damage was done, no one was hurt but the boy's heart, which was broken in two. Knowing he could change nothing, knowing he could only live like this, in a state of depression and love, he walked away.
Thus is the nature of suppressed love.
~Alright, so, does this give the feeling I intended it to have? Did I emote everything right? Please critique this.~
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