Once there was a young painter who fell in love with a young women that lived in a cottage. He tried to meet her many times, without success. And his love towards her grew every minute. Because he knew that this young women loved the white rose that grew not far from her cottage he decided to paint it. As the brave artist finished his love present he decided that its time to go. By the window he stood waiting for her. She didn't come out for long so he jumped in through the window. There he saw the terriffic sight, the one that he loved has took her last breath already he had to leave her. She layed there with lips closed and eyes shut forever. There the artist relaised what he has done that he is to blame, he noticed that the women lived with the white rose and since the artist painted the rose without any water it has died.
I WISH IT WASNíT HIM, but I knew it was. I hate it when Iím right. He was lying down with a giant glass box around him. I stood on the outside, hand hard against the glass, with other strangers. Ignorant strangers. Oblivious ones. The doctors were talking amongst themselves about an experiment I surely didnít want taking place. There, farthest away from me, was a million buttons and switches. One of them was capable of releasing an invisible supple amount of parasites. The doctors say this parasite was so small, it had the ability to seep right into the pores of your skin and do as they please in the most harmful ways possible, but this was just a theory.
I tried keeping myself calm, but felt terrified for his life. What if they destroyed him? He couldnít leave me.
It had been an amazing year, a life changing year, a year never to be forgotten, beginning with love at first sight and ending with a miracle.
It all began of course as all years do on New Yearís Day.
Now you might think that very little occurs, let alone starts, on New Yearís Day as everyone is either nursing a hangover or is just too tired to even contemplate participation in anything very much at all. ...
A true story about love, dedicated to the girl that asked me to write it. I wrote it as a movie on youtube since it was the music that inspired it.
I can't let anyone find out.I can't drag him into the darkness of my cold heart. How could I let him into my darkness.But he's my soulmate.Oh, who am I kidding he's just another guy......or is he something of the darkness too.....?
Little does Cresenta know but the darkness has just bugun............... ...