He is my lover, my closest friend. My white wolf. He will carry me into the depths of the ocean, where the warm caress of the tide can be felt. I will come out open-eyed and afraid.
I have surrendered my icy perfection. I have shed my onyx mind and my diamond skin. The snow has fallen off my face and has blossomed into emerald foliage. Beautiful, jeweled foliage.
I am not a perfect star-child anymore.
He is inhuman. His soft lips press against mine fiercely. He is Gabriel. His fingers run along my body, holding on tightly. He is paradise. I can feel his heartbeat against my own.
I feel his touch, and soon enough I am floating. My feet dangle from his grasp, and my hair falls before my eyes. All that is left is for him to continue to cradle me.
I am blinding. I am deafening. I am speechless.
He will follow me into the depths. And as he zips up a pair of faded jeans and a plain white shirt, I am in the sky in pieces. Numerous, jeweled pieces.
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