Devotion

 She holds him tight by the ribs, staring at him like a predator at its prey. With longing and devotion, the woman opens her mouth while pulling him closer and closer...

His scent is strong, even more so when she sinks her teeth into his skin. He said it was okay, and a smile spreads across his face as she does what he asked.

She dips her head until she finds the heart of her life. Warm and alive, it beats rebelliously in her hands, as if craving for her attention.

The smile on his face doesn't fade, just as he promised. So beautiful, she thinks. The ring of his eyes grows thinner than the last time she saw him.

He kept his promise from his first confession in autumn, "I give you my heart with the smile you've always dreamed of, my love." 

Despite their differences in every aspect, he is willing to be a part of her, even he though he knows how much it will hurt him. 

The Man and His Thoughts

    A man with frown draws on his face, standing under the rain with a red umbrella in his hand. He's staring blankly at the field that transformed into barren land not far from his sight. Smoke fills the air, causing pollution after the fire that occurred in those fields just moments ago. It reminds him of how bad of the battlefield he fought for many years ago. 

    His past changed his behavior; his heart become as hard as stone from the worst experiences he's been through. Trauma has made the man hide behind the walls of his old house to ignoring the people who care about him. The man pushes himself away from the associates, drowning his soul deep in his thoughts. It doesn't mean he hates facing the future; he wants it... he needs it. But he scared. 

    Scared of rejection, scared of people thoughts about him, scared about people stares at the scar that covers his wrinkle skin. He just an old man, the veteran who's fight on the battlefield for his country, his homeland. He didn't know if people felt indifferent about his past that he had been through. He was just a poor old man, never able sleep-in peace, as the nightmares didn't stop. They come over and over, making him wake up in the middle of the cold night with gasp. 

    The knowledge about the war he fought in tortures him, causing him to suffer from pain that will never be visible with the naked eye. The feeling is worse than the feeling of unrequited love. Sometimes these feelings render him unconscious, and he feels like dying.