A seven deadly sin.
Always tormenting me.

She is a beauty. Blonde effortless straight hair radiating sun and glowing endlessly. Soft brown eyes that warm the heart. It must be hard to resist. Since the days have begun to chill the body and the nights seem to chill the soul.

Me, I have brown hair traced with hints of pale gold. My eyes are hazel and contrast my newly pale skin. I am dark and mysterious.

Your ties are renewed
and the slight touch of her fingers tracing your back or the ends of your hair running through her fingers is an instant stab to my chest. My lungs are shutting down and the cold air makes it hard.

I am not like the sun.
I'm cold, distant, and a mistake.
I am a waste of time and effort.

-a.