Black Ink on Black Paper

[Mouse]

What is the worth of one second?

Is it worth waiting a thousand other seconds for?

Is it worth wading through tides of blood, to see your apex?

Is it worth changing yourself entirely, for one singular individual?

The first time she touched my hand, I lost myself in it's grip.
A Knight of the Bastion, proud and sure, who swore an oath to protect friend and kin.

Who has upheld that oath to the best of their ability.


Who has struck down Nethradin, Demon, and Undead alike.

So why does one single touch make me hesitate?
One single name make me afraid of my choices?
One single conversation cause me to lose myself?
One moment in time, one second, to make a choice?
One chance to make or break, and I ask for an extension?
One

more

second?

When my world was on the verge of collapsing, as I had to express genuine sorrow for the first time.
You.

When I lost my senses, and sought to strike down one who could be reasoned with.
You.

When I threw myself in front of a Nethradin, and let it poison my mind, just to protect.
You.

So why, then

     with one more second

            could I not just express fully

                      That I

l o v e

y o u 

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Chapter Two:

Make The Most Of The Good Moments

A BL Novel, by Zicoftryx

MY EYES ONLY.