Through the looking glass

I had always wondered what it would be like meeting him for the first time, he was different to what I had expected, calm natured and artistic. His eyes where of a pale blue, his hair a chocolate brown all wispy in long tussles, the sort of hair you could run your fingers through and find yourself lost in the soft sea of brown. His jaw was chiselled with pronounced features and a nose that fitted elegantly to his face; skin the colour of a milky cappuccino flawless even in the sun light. He was beautiful.

I was not prepared for this, I was told by the elders that he was a demon, disguised by his beauty, but need even a demon could hide behind a skin that lung catching. I was told he would be harsh and cruel but the way he painted and watched me would suggest otherwise. I was trapped in something so unreal and confusing, I found it quiet hard to breath, yet I knew what I had to do.

Halo must be …

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