24WildHeart

It was dark and cold, but she needed to make this day's ends. She casts her hook and heard it plunk into the dark blue waters.
She was very much aware that there were monsters nearby, she could hear them echoing inside the cave not too close, yet not to far away either.
Then she heard crunching sounds-like feet against grass-coming from behind her. She sees the line quivering, thinking she had caught a small fish, but only to see that it was her hands trembling, and not because of the cold, but because of fear.
It was getting closer, she could feel something dark, something cautious, and something hungry... hungry for her probably. A  louder crunch on the grass made her drop the fishing rod and face her opponent, she tried to take out the sword in her bag but froze in terror.
She left it at home.
Bracing herself, she just hoped that someone would find her beaten body a little bit earlier.
"Alia." A hand seized her wrist.
She opens her eyes. Violet... Violet eyes were staring at her; dark and mysterious like she had thought, but she never expected them to be hungry as well... maybe hungry for her.
"Sebastian, you scared me," Alia said breathlessly, she tried to take her wrist away from his grasp but felt that his hand was unmoving. He won't let go.
"Seb, my wrist-" she jumped as she heard another sound. She thought that it was a swarm of bats emerging from the cave but found that the source of the winding screech came from her own fishing rod. It was caught by a stone protruding from the ground, the line was reeling out quickly until the stone broke and the rod dived into the lake.
"Must have been a big haul," Sebastian said silently.
Alia turned to look at him with a reply ready, but forgot completely  it when she realized that their faces were mere inches apart.
"Violet," she gasped.
It has always been her favorite color; the deep shade in between of Red and Blue, but she never knew that she could fall so in love with the color until that moment. That moment. Then everthing stopped, except for her train of thoughts, it was speeding up, running wildy on the tracks in her head, whistling cotton-white puffs filled with mad ideas. Kiss him! Do it! Can't you feel that? It's undeniable, this moment could be the start of everything!
...
'Or the end of everything.'
Alia mumbled an apology and tried to move away from Sebastian. The boy, on the other hand, had a different idea. Before she could move away, he had snaked his hands around her waist and held it in an ironclad embrace. She can't escape. Alia looked at those arms confusedly then to Sebastian with an expression, an expression that made his heart race. Her eyes were wide-open and pleading for an answer, the ruby irises he loved were  prominent against the white of her eyes, her features shone silver under the waning moonlight; her button nose, the curve of her cheek, that nook atop her lip, and the small lines--crinkles--on the edge of her eyes, they dazzled with beauty under the light. but what caught his heart the most were her lips. They were parted, her mouth agape; caught between a breath and a question. Moist and trembling, it was almost like prey waiting to be eaten.
Did that make him its predator then? He leaned in, it seemed so right in that moment. She was in his arms and wasn't fighting it, they were alone in a place that blared romantic atmosphere, and--he realized that-- he loved her. He loved her. He loved her. He put in repeat in his head and hoped that it wouldn't end: the moment and the statement. He would make her happy, he would spend his lifetime doing so, he would be ecstatic waking every morning in her bed--in her life, she would work in the field while he took care of their kids, and after a tiring day, they would snuggle by the fire enjoying a cup of coffee. He had it planned in a second, it was terrifying how he had it perfectly laid out in that moment, almost like it had already happened. Though unsure about the future, he was sure about one thing: No one could love her like he doe-

Sam...

A word, a name, a curse. It was enough. Just the thought of his bestfriend's name sent his arm up, pushing her away. Pushing her away. Her face, an array of emotions, questions; a chaotic harmony of her thoughts. But under all the confusion and fear was pain, unmistakable pain, along with relief. The latter broke him even more.

Even if it fades
it dries
no matter how hard 
you tried
NEVER
EVER 
Satisfied
Hollowed out hearts
and shivering bones
Depressing ideas
in colored tones
And yet she cries
and yet she cries
despite the fact that she had lies
For in her eyes
For in her eyes
no Joy, no Demise
already dead inside

The world is so cold, yet an angel's arms are so warm.
I search for you, dear. When will you appear.
I want so badly to feel your affection and your love.
I want so badly to be rekindled and live again, through the endless flames of the passion you have.
But not for me, oh never for me. Neither will I for you.
But just a burn to make me feel anything.
Anything.
But the numbing cold of this desolate world.
Such desolate hearts cannot be saved, but such frozen hearts may be burnt.
For heaven is too cold for the likes of me,
then burn me in the never-ending passion of hell,
for it may all that is left to bring me back to life.

So I was lost.
And the world was so forlorn.
In my eyes, my ghost.
Melancholy.
The trumpets are dead.
The lights are dim.
The colors are faded.
My soul... did I have one?
Then I turn, I run.
I forget where I am and where I'm from.
And the world spins and tosses and turns.
And stops.
It hurts.
So I turned away from the pain.
From the guilt that was never meant to be mine.
From the sadness that I shouldn't have felt.
From the darkness that never consumed me.
From the hate that I couldn't feel.
From the voices that were liars.
From everything that made me worse.
It all went away, my demons were chased by my angels.
And to my surprise, there were angels. 
They were my first miracle.