He is blades of Grass, swaying in the breeze. A single flower left in the field, continuing to stay in his place even when the others were getting picked by little girls passing by.
He is a venus flytrap, embracing you for a moment, only to shut on you and devour you whole.
He is Ice, with a cold heart that took a while to freeze. A longing to melt into Water, constantly going near the flame for warmth only to drown her.
He is the ocean and its darkest secrets, pulling you down and robbing you of all your breath.
He is the wind, Flying high in the clouds, not caring about anyone who tries to bring him down. He is free to be who he is, free from all anger and grudge and negativity.
He comes and goes, sweeping you off your feet one minute and gone the next.
He is a bottle of Poison, feeding her all his goodness as well as his chemicals. He kills her slowly and silently, feeds on her love and drains her of her strength.
He doesn't realise he is soaking her wings with his Poison, and without those wings, he may as well be dead.
She is a Fairy with fragile wings that took years to build. All she wants is to give him all her love, so willing to carry all his weight even when her wings weren't strong enough for the both of them.
She doesn't realise she is drinking in all his goodness as well as his Poison.
He is a Ghost, lingering around where he died, continuing to protect the people he loved. He is mistaken for an evil spirit, forced to be exorcised, when all he was is lonely.
He doesn't realise he could just let the words go through him without hurting him.
He is Rock-hard stubborn, never allowing anything to get into his head. He takes pride being who he is, unaware he is leaving bruises on the heads he's knocked.
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