But even if I could truly control my heart, would I have chosen differently? Would I have chosen to not love Marvel? Or, would I have just shut my heart and not loved anyone at all?
I gave him my heart for free, but that shouldn't have made it worthless - it's priceless, there's a difference - I wish he understood. The stupidest thing was I was too empty to talk about stuff that mattered the most.
All at once, I was here and not, existing in two opposite moments. A part of me wanted to run away but some people just couldn't escape their memories, as if they didn't feel safe in the outside world, always in the covers that showed the shapes that were suitable under a shield with emotions that hadn't completely been unleashed.
"I understand if they can't help but stare at you because you look so beautiful tonight," he emphasized once again what he had already told me at the store earlier. "The fact that now everyone knows how beautiful you are almost drives me mad."
The dark figure before her was dressed in a black robe with an ominous dark fog surrounding his body as he lazily sat in an elevated seat that resembled a throne with monstrous fangs protruding from the back. The man silently watched her petting one of his vicious pets standing near him. The pets were more like ferocious beasts with wolf-like appearance but ten times larger in size. The fur on their mutated bodies was as dark as their master's hair with sharp crimson eyes that could scare one's soul enough to flee. Sensing their master was not pleased by the young maiden, they let out deep threatening growls showing off their sharp canines as slobbery thick drool oozed from in between their teeth.
Just as Rong Zian took out the poor fish from his pants, Wu Yange came out as well as concerned for him on to witness such a scene. Seeing how Rong Zian was yelling over nothing, the prince angrily flung a book which landed right into Rong Zian's face.
"You're not anyone else's definition of beautiful. You're my definition of beautiful," Marvel corrected me, husking in his low-toned voice, and I could feel my heart flutter.
"It's fine to show your emotions," Marvel smiled as he resumed our conversation, only to cause my dismay to grow wilder. "You were so fearless. You make me love you a lot."
"I know! At least, I know what kind of person you are!" Renaud insisted, feeling the need to win. "Despite this heavenly cover on yourself, you're just a total narcissistic, sick maniac underneath! And your selfishness is because you're afraid of being left behind, right? Because you can't stand loneliness, Mr. Yerevan."
"It's fine to show your emotions," Marvel smiled as he resumed our conversation, only to cause my dismay to grow wilder. "You were so fearless. You make me love you a lot."
He knew that it was very strange indeed, and he once again tried to escape the bee's clutches, but he was too late to escape as the bee had used its stinger to penetrate his butthole.