She Was My Porcelain Doll.
Have you ever own a porcelain doll? You know, those beautiful, pale skin dolls in which every child wishes to own? And yet, are not allowed, because their hands seem so fragile, they'll break with the lightest touch? Yes, those amazingly delicate dolls whose pale blue eyes seem to stare right into your soul? Yes! You do know what I am talking about! Good!
I am proud to say, i've had the pleasure of owning one of these dolls. Not very manly you tell me? Well, let me say this.
My angel, was no ordinary doll.
We found her one day, she was sitting on a dirty street corner, no place for my darling. Hm? Who just leaves a doll on the street corner? Haha, my my, what a silly reader you are! I told you, my dearest doll was special, she was a child.
And a rare kind of beauty. Her childlike innocence...
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Oh, I guess I should have seen it coming...
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The way her beautiful eyes looked at me...
Hm?
Your looking at me funny.
A pedophile?
My, you really are such a silly reader! You make me laugh, because, you've mistaken me, I looked at her like a daughter, like a child whose future seemed so uncertain if I didn't step in.
When I walked up to her, I could feel his eyes penetrating into my back, without even looking into his gaze, I already knew the emotions running through his eyes.
Confusion, mainly. Curiosity, maybe. And anger, morally.
When I looked down at her, and asked her name, she looked up at me and said.
"Myaako."
Now, dear reader, if you were paying any attention at all, you would know how I felt.
To have her bright, turquoise eyes stare into mine,to have her eyes just stare. As if she knew the answer to everything, like she ruled the world, and I was just a little pawn in her game.
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Whose to say I wasn't?
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I just smiled.
"Well, Myaako, do you have a place to stay?"
I felt his presence beside me then, I could feel his heat. His anger, jealousy and bitterness towards this young, beautiful child.
My darling Myaako hadn't noticed him yet, instead, she was staring out into the people filled streets of London. She stared out, as if she was trying to find an answer.
Oh my dearest child, you won't find an answer there silly, silly, child.
Am I starting to scare you? Or did I scare you a long time ago? Do you really think i'm a pedophile? She was a child of just 6! Ah ha ha ha, you sound just like him. But, no worries, I promise you that she wasn't like that in my eyes.
"No"
Came her answer finally.
"I don't"
She looked up again, and I felt my other beloved tense. I looked at him, though my narrowed eyes, to see him simply, surprised.
Ahh, bad taste, 'surprised' is to simple of a word. Let me say, in astonishment. Do you know what that word means? You do! My, what a good reader you are! You've made me proud indeed.
"Well then Myaako, would you care to stay with us?"
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Oh, what I was getting myself into...
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I have no idea on where that came from.
BUT I LOVE IT!
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CREDITS: YES! I NEED TO GIVE CREDITS!
To one writer on DA, I got my idea from one of her stories...
And also, the whole, writer talking to the reader thingy I kinda got from a random fic I read...
And I felt I needed to give out credit where needed
T.T
BTW: THE WRITER IS A GUY.... AND YES. HE IS GAY. >> <<
IF YOU DIDN'T GET THE GAY PART, YOU'RE NOT VERY OBSERVANT...