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He stared into perplexity as her eyelashes closed over the orbs of her eyes.

"This isn't it," he whispered thoughtlessly, "this isn't what we ever thought."
A feathered willow branch kissed her cheek as she drifted into dreams and 

while he talked she thought of the sound of his voice. 

Within his barrier there was a wall that covered more than his desires and 

all of his love. Somehow she could tear it down, with pleas or lies or

kisses planted atop his unbelief. Her fingernails grazed his rough knuckles

and he shivered with some unknown emotion that she wished with all her

heart that she could discover and capture within her, keep it forever in a

jar like an innocent firefly prisoner in an old, used plastic cup that she 

drank out of before it became a useful trap. His eyes were less than a river

and more of a black, all-seeing vortex that sucked in her thoughts without

a consent form to control her emotions and read her ideas to everyone in

the room before she could stop him. So she closed her eyes and he stared

at her transparent eyelids, waiting, wishing, hoping to glance that part of her

that he only could see and violate.