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If obsession had second word he would call it Zelda. Her whispers ran in his veins instead of blood. When I am talking about obsession it is not a cruel or gruesome one but it’s rather subtle. Subtle enough to wreck oneself for her. She became his need; a need to even breathe.
Her eyes said the words her mouth never did and he knew. Want me to explain fire? He saw it in her eyes. The type of fire which burned him from inside out. He crumbled beneath her. The heart which never existed suddenly starts to palpitate at each and every words coming from her. Love, oh love she was something that drove him crazy.
