I feel so damn close to the peak of my plan.

the top of the world. but shh. Not yet.

She’s unknowing of her doings, and her movements being watched. He’s unknowing of those who think of him constantly. Carefully. The other knows what she’s done. She’s corrupted him. Broken him. But cannot get enough of his elegant auras. Flowing hair, through the wind, as his own form of transportation rides by. His life and soul. Soon intertwining with the other’s own. She’s ridiculous. What she’s doing/will do will cause the other to reunite with herself. What she knows truly. The past haunting her and the confidence through her veins. What’s once loved, is always loved. Right?

…right?