The black swirls moved instantly away from my hand, just as smoke from a candle would, but with more intention. The sensation of cold vapor encased my hand, and instantly, the onyx waves swirled and coiled around my fingers, causing me to nearly faint in wonderment.
“They-they’re beautiful,” I murmured, likely too soft to be heard.
The giant creature watched me with obvious surprise as his brows creased deeply. He glanced at my face before looking at the whispers of smoke that danced upon my hand. A shudder seemed to rack his body before he roughly shoved me away.
“You're whipped.”
“Fuck off, asshole.”
“I’m happy for you, you little shit. For both of you.”
Tristan stayed silent for a beat. “You and Amara doing okay?’
“What, you’re giving me relationship advice now?”
“Communication and shit are important in relationships.”
Dante looked at him in surprise. “Who are you and what have you done with Tristan?”
"Spero non ci vorrà così tanto." I smiled at his shock. "I speak six languages, Dante. Italian is one of them."
His surprise dissolved into a laugh. "You're full of surprises." He kissed me again, his face softening. "Ti amo." I love you.
Maybe it was my closure with my family. Maybe it was the thrill of finally taking control of my life.
Whatever it was, it'd demolished the walls in my chest, and my reply finally made its way out in a whisper.
"I love you too."
# surprise
Genleriniz sizin için uygun birini bulduğuna inandığında ( örneğin ilginc ve guzel bir kadın )bilinçaltınızın neler yaptığı konusunda şaşıracaksınız.
Another novel emotion I’ve never witnessed on his face lurks beneath the surface.
Something like… relief. Surprise?
“You came.” It’s a bewildered statement at best.
Indifference of Nature
As he gazed around him, the youth felt a flash of surprise at the blue, pure sky and the sun shining on the trees and fields. It was wonderful that Nature had gone quietly ahead with her golden process in the middle of so much devilment.
I wake up early, but I hang out in bed longer than usual. Since the surprise party yesterday, I’ve been bombarded with images of my past. And those memories have a bitter taste that yesterday’s cake can’t mask.
I saw you dancing in a crowded room
You look so happy when I'm not with you
But then you saw me, caught you by surprise
A single tear drop falling from your eyes
I don't know why,
I run away
I make you cry when,
I run away
As soon as something is written, it loses the power of surprise, just as a virus loses its advantage when a weakened virus has created alerted antibodies. So I achieved some immunity from further perilous ventures along these lines by writing my experience down.
“I have reproduced different concepts in ‘The Empire of Lights’, namely in nocturnal landscape and a sky as we see it during the daytime. The landscape leads us to think of night, the sky of day. In my opinion, this simultaneity of day and night has the power to surprise, and to charm. This power I call poetry.”
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