/lit/ - Literature

>>15187555
Instead she gasped in purest surprise and nearly melted in his arms! He was so startled he nearly put her down and apologized then and there! Yet, the whole incident had made nary a noise and the silent body of the night was still unadulterated. With one hand remaining over her mouth he'd roughly slid his palm under her gown and against her chest feeling the beat of that fragile bird's heart beneath his fingers.

He came back to himself on Goldsmith street, the chimney's of the wealthy silent as the proverbial grave. Some houses held private security and he could feel eyes in the darkness, ever watching ever seeking. Yet he was not after their silverware nor their fancy silks so they let him pass. He was a shadow among shadows, a droplet of liquor amid a torrential downpour. None challenged him.

The second time he'd visited her she'd not waited but leapt into his arms, the heady smell of her feather-light frame intoxicating to his nostrils. He knew not her name nor her his, yet they laid there beneath the autumn moon and cradled one another beneath the infinite sea of starlight. He'd been gone before dawn with her blossom tucked beneath his many cloaks and his seed dripping from between her thighs.

He'd killed a man after that and had to leave town for a time, his days spent huddled in wine cellars and beneath dusty, attic boards. By the time he made it back to the city she'd grown significantly, her girlish frame giving way to the distinctive budding of the bodily springtime. She'd not questioned his absence and indeed didn't say a word, simply taking him into her arms as if nothing had changed.

>>14846948
I wake up to her calls, the familiar glow of my phone the only light in my dusky apartment. Every day I believe I’m losing her, subtle queues in her speech, in her mannerisms telling the story of our breakup in full. A painting on the wall of our relationship that should never have been begun

Yet she calls me, and I see genuine adoration in that face I’ve grown to love. I think her emotionally crippled like me, down to the subtle queues of boredom and dispassionate replies. Yet she cries when I speak of the possibility of our separation.

There is no subtlety in her, no room for deceit. She’s not even old enough to drive, let alone live with me. Yet the days pass, and I can sense legitimate happiness in her voice when we speak, an entire lifetime over the pale glow of video chat.

We’re creatures of this modern age, brought together in a passion of electrons scattered to the distant horizon. We’ve only been _together_ the once yet it still feels like an eternity wrought into the stone of our lives.

I don’t know how much longer this fractaline relationship will last, but I hope to whatever deity brought us together that it persists into the gray years of old age.

14 year olds with daddy issues are the ultimate test

>>14362201
It may be moonsigns, but it’s accurate moonsigns.

>INFP

>>13922982
It’s too late, it’s already taken ahold of my soul at this point. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to have tangible friendships and I’m still not sure if I miss it.

Depressing or hopeful takes on the death of childhood. Basically an anti-coming of age story if you will?

Teenage girl-core?

Books for falling in love with 15-16 year olds.

>inb4 Lolita