Black Cat
She was a black cat; mysterious at a glance, but with a glimmer of warm magic in her glittering green eyes.
She was too unusual, so unwanted, lonely and yearning in secret to make a home out of someone permanently.
He was a sorcerer, looking for magic and mischief in all the wrong places.
He picked her up, showed her love, gave her what she thought she had been looking for, all in exchange for the magic hidden inside her.
A wave of his magic wand was all it took, but his spell was not powerful enough. She screamed and hissed until she clawed her way out of there, deciding that if that was the price of love, she wanted nothing to do with it.
So she ran away, roaming the streets and alleyways, a home within her wandering, a company in her loneliness, belonging to no one but herself.
She was too unusual, so unwanted, lonely and yearning in secret to make a home out of someone permanently.
He was a sorcerer, looking for magic and mischief in all the wrong places.
He picked her up, showed her love, gave her what she thought she had been looking for, all in exchange for the magic hidden inside her.
A wave of his magic wand was all it took, but his spell was not powerful enough. She screamed and hissed until she clawed her way out of there, deciding that if that was the price of love, she wanted nothing to do with it.
So she ran away, roaming the streets and alleyways, a home within her wandering, a company in her loneliness, belonging to no one but herself.
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