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thedeathdeelers · 3 years
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Belle, c’est un mot qu’on dirait inventé pour elle
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Ô, laisse-moi rien qu’une fois glisser mes doigts dans les cheveux d’Esmeralda
Belle by Garou in Notre-Dame de Paris, 1998
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Luke felt another jolt rip through his body as he stepped closer to Julie, her eyes shining with tears as she begged him to save himself. And although he would do anything for her, leaving her willingly is something he could never do.
His eyes roam her face, tracing what his fingers itch to brush. The soft caramel skin framed by black curls cascading all around calls to him in a way he never thought was possible.
He mourns the dream of ever being able to experience that feeling.
As he takes in her features for what he knows will be the last time, his eyes linger on her lips - lips always tilted into a special smile aimed only at him; a shape so familiar he thinks it might have been his home in another life.
He slides his gaze above her lips as he takes in the sight of her cheeks, that urge to hold her nearly eclipsing the jolt rocking through him once more. He pictures his hands cradling her cheeks, swiping his thumbs across her cheekbones as she scrunches her nose at him with a smile that would make him dizzy.
Not wanting to stall any longer, his eyes tick upwards and finally meet hers again. He can see himself reflected in them, see the love and pain and sadness and frustration. He can see the beauty of the world held within them, and it pains him to know he will never have access to them again.
He shakes his head minutely at the thought, dislodging the negativity as he tries to focus on the girl in front of him, revelling in her beauty once more.
And just as he feels what he knows will be the final jolt that takes him away from her, he smiles at the last thought that crosses his mind.
Beautiful is a word that must have been invented with the sole intention of describing her, his Julie.
He closes his eyes one last time and allows the darkness to pull him away.
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