Blurb
Her name was not meant to be taken in a way that was anything but soft. People say I only know the language of softness meant for gentle things but how do I tell them that every whisper born out of my lips for her is still not enough for her name?
There is an unknown terror I live
The terror of what ifs.
The what ifs I never was supposed to carry around her yet here I am.
The what if of saying her name harshly and her disappearing the next moment?
What if even my small harsh breath pulls her back to the reality that she was never meant to live in?
The reality that doesn't include me.
What if it makes her get comfortable with the thought of her bringing nothing but destruction?
Destruction to what I built that somehow was never supposed to be above her.
Only if she knew my heart is ready to surrender to the spell of her mere existence and yet she has the silly audacity to say it is nothing but just an attraction.
An attraction you say? I wonder if she will say the same after learning that I'm beyond ruined by her?
I wonder if she will repeat the same words after she gets hold of the fact that I want her to engrave herself into every fiber of my being because apparently this greedy heart is still not enough of her.
She is my rooh and I completely am ready to dissolve in this madness where I don't want to find my way out.
A/N: Rooh means soul.
