Is it wrong, to wish to live in a fiction story? a fanfic, 'Welcome to the Underworld' to be exact.
I find that every time i read a fanfic, i always wish that i was that main girl, with the perfect frame, flawless skin and beautiful looks and personality. The one that everyone likes, and then i fall in love with the hot and sexy, but sweet bad guy. And no matter how bad he seems to everyone else, i know that he's sweet, and that he's sweet only to me.

Having your life as a story would be so perfect, you could write your own ending, everything that leads to it and occurs before it. You could have the sweetest, hottest, sexiest, most charming guy be yours, and yours only. Knowing that although loads of girls would die to be by his side, and try with all their might to be close to him, he would disregard them and look at you only.

You could have that romantic scene with a beautiful view, fresh and relaxing air and soft breeze, the sun kissing your skin..you could have the late night in depth talks, letting everything inside of you out, and taking everything from him in..and you could have the bitter arguments, completely screaming eachothers heads off, and then making up straight after with a simple sign of affection or concern.

The guy will always be there by you, when you're in any form of danger, he puts you closely behind him and blocks anything that could hurt you. He can read your mind. He can tell everything that your thinking, and he knows when something is bothering you, and you know that you can trust him, trust him enough to tell him everything, everything that you weren't meant to say, everything that you've kept to yourself, you can tell him all of it.

You would know he would never leave you, ever. He can't leave you. You tell him something and he loses his mind, he goes crazy and walks out of the door, half way out he stops. He stops when you tell him to stay, he stops when you tell him that you need him. But then he whispers a 'sorry' and walks out, closing the door behind him. You lean against the back of the door and slide to the ground, tears filling your eyes. You can't stand it so you leave too, you find somewhere to go. Then the next day, you find out...that just one minute. Just one minute after you left, he came back for you, because he couldn't leave you. He never left you, he spent all but a few minutes of the time he left you just standing on the other side of the door, not being able to leave, but not being able to come back. In the last few minutes he runs down the stairs trying to distance himself from you, and in that time, you leave. You take the elevator and you leave. And just as you go down, he comes running back up, he comes back up and come back to you. But you're not there. It's just the next day, you find all of this out, and you find out that he spent the whole day searching around the whole city trying to find you.

In every situation where you're outside in the cold, unprepared. He takes off his jacket or hoodie, and covers you with it, and you can smell his cologne and feel his warmth. He says that he's got a lot on his mind, and so do you, so he takes you to a place, a silent place with a beautiful view. He sits there on the grass and tells you to do the same, then when he realises you're cold, he stands up, and repositions himself so he's behind you, you sit in between his parted legs, and he wraps his arms around you, keeping you both warm.

These are really only a few of the things that i can think of, the sweetest parts that i remember from the fic that i'm reading, and i thought...it would be so good, just perfect, if my life was like a fanfic, where even through all the bad troubles that come, the ending will always be good. Although it's a wish that would never come true, it doesn't hurt to just wish, that my life could be like this...

Labels: love, thoughts