'Sposed to be easy as cake, no? Drag her out from the darkness. Expose her to the light, for just the briefest of moments. Then send her off onto her destiny, eternity, nothingness, whatever. Pull all of you in with bare traces of her history/her-story. Show her weakness and a couple endearing short comings. Reveal just enough of her dynamic drive, her better be damned resolve, her blatant sticktoitiveness. Get you interested, maybe to the point of wanting to take care of her. In fact, make her seem like the main attraction, my center piece. Leave the flow nice and accommodating, accessible, even soft, warm, friendly and comfortable.
And then... Slough her off like intestinal lining in the midst of a hemorrhagic virus.
But no, some of you had to like her. One even went as far as to say: "it feels like, some grand event or thing is about to happen to her, and that she makes a perfect main character for a romantic/thriller/fantasy. Another said, "he would feel cheated if he didn't find out more about her," though not in those words.
So. What to do, what to do?
I have yet to name her. She only revealed some "minor" incidents of her life. I admit though, the events are quite telling. They just explain a large part of how she perceives her life and the world around her. (Nothing much)
What's worse? I can begin to envision her. Her slight, even diminutive build. Her luminous porcelain pale skin. Her deep set grey green eyes. The violet bruises beneath both eyes. Her slight, practically, none existent lips. The left side of her mouth held in an apparent perpetual smirk. The scratch marks, ugly and puffy, running down the back of her neck, both sides of her vertebrae from around C3 and trailing off at some two/three inches below the angle of her scapulae. Her whispy, whispery voice. Her avoidence of too much light or too much noise. Her...
You get the point. I'm probably screwed. Actually I'm properly screwed.
More to follow...
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