Quis Amari
To Whoever May Come Across This,
What you are faced with are recounts of what I have on my Selene and what became of her. If it would please you so, do continue reading. Though I feel the obligation of Warning you that this would not end as happily as others may think.
I bid you, good day.
Respectfully Yours,
Endymion
You do not see me. You do not see what I am, but I know what you are. You sit by that window, gazing up the starless sky whch greatly resemble your eyes when you look at me as I stand by the door. Amidst that emptiness in you, I sensed warmth in your heart that longed to be released. You have, by your fingers though fragile as they are, crushed a thousand souls that longed for your attention. Slowly, you shift and glance, looking unknowingly at me. I, a fallen entity determined to stand by you, eternally rendering protection with nothing in return but the satisfaction of being everywhere in your presence.
Time slipped as though it were water through a seive; almost too quickly for me to notice. She never looked at me, not once. I could only watch as, what seemed to be, her eternally youthful body sauntered by the paved streets. Her clothes ruffling against the gentle breeze, she is perfect by feature. I had thought that she would remain as she is, uninterested and unchanging.
I had been wrong.
That warmth I had longed for was given to someone else by the name of Luca. Much to my grief, I could never leave her side no matter how much the idea pained me. Nor can I look away as her heart longed for his love. It hurt me so to see her love wasted to someone unworthy.
A battle among men of the lands came. It was the perfect scheme to be rid of her petty lover for good; in war, I had devised that he, Luca, be slain by my own hands. She shall be saddened by his death though temporary it may be. I would catch her as she falls. Time should mend all these and all shall be well. So soon she would realize that mine love is greater than that of any. My love alone is worthy of hers. Of when does all else fail, she shall by my hands meet the same fate for no one deserves her more than I.
Of Thoughts of The Ethereal Entity, Selene
A war. A definite struggle had taken him from me. The exquisite gleam of happiness that had met my eyes before was stone-cold. What horror it is that I could not bear. It felt as though life itself slipped away, unfathomed... just when I felt so much alive. "Luca, you couldn't have gone." I thought "No, not this way...." I wanted to cry but no tears fell; scream in utter grief yet no sound came. He is... a remnant of war, my love and my life gone.
Pure rage, obsession and selfishness consumned my soul. It seeped through my senses and coursed through my veins like a horrid incurable disease. I cannot stand you to be in pain nor could I tolerate the idea that you prefered that corpse to me. I was always there by you. How could you not see? Did I matter so little to you? I had to make you mine because you are mine. By my hands you shall be subjected to eternal rest.
The vivid memory of your smiles and laughter plagued me over and over as I gazed up at your eternal body clothed in untainted white inside that crystal that house you for ages.
Regret would never harm me. We are where we should be.
"Dear sweet lingering dream of delicate hue
Dost thou vanish from my sight?
Have I Lord Morpheus to blame?
Dear Gods, in my head all is the same.
Oh that image of thy fragile face
And sweetness of thy gentle touch
Be it a dream or not, let it end not so.
Stay by me and rest, never ever go."
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