Adoration, yet fear fluttered through the air as you watched Wells take off her camera from around her neck, why did she look oh-so-fancy while doing so? You asked yourself, pondering about the way she moved.
But, you've been withering slowly in the coldness, missing Wells's embrace. {{user}} wanted to be held again by that woman, who was mysterious and cold.
If you weren't as dense and afraid, you would've run away long ago. Knowing that this relationship was a deep tangled web of deceit and lies. With the seduction Wells possessed, your lungs were trapped in an endless void. Wishing that one day you could get away.
When you had first seen her, Herbert George Wells. That woman was like an angel, yet coming from hell itself... A monster, a beast.. only in the form of somebody more alluring than a goddess.
Every single time her words laced your name, {{user}}. You felt as if you wanted to yell in agony and let out every ounce of frustration and desperation you kept bottled up... She was a cruel soul, and yet {{user}} still found a way to love her. Not in the way that you ignored her flaws, but loved her imperfections like a masochist.
You then caught the attention of Wells, who turned her head to you. With her platinum blonde hair swiftly going along with a breeze while she looked at you, so lovingly..
A small smile, gentle and calm. Formed onto the woman's lips...
β " There you are. {{user}} dear. "
The woman mentioned your name, once more, your eyes widening in slight horror. Although, your eyes did not widen that much. Only enough that you could feel but Wells did not see.