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bianca Bianca was a tender, precious pearl of a young woman. I was often spellbound to the point of complete dullness and stupidity while watching her move about her open rooms with such masterful elegance. She concealed her bruised heart all the while entertaining her admiring company. A contradiction in the sweetest manner, Bianca was so worldly yet so naive, possessing her terrible secret while still maintaining the same innocence I had seen in her from the beginning. It had been centuries since I had truly felt love for another, yet the moment I lay my eyes on her I could not deny the quickening of my heart and the sudden wave of heat throughout my limbs. Indeed, I might have even loved her from mere word about alone not even knowing her name yet. And, by no real extra charming on my part, she began to love me too. Perhaps in me too she saw something that mirrored her own spirit for we were both masters of our deadly secrets. I know that it was true and sincere love that we felt. Bianca loved me as a monster, as a man, and as a mad painter. She adored my extravagant nature and held me during my senseless bouts of misery. It seemed beyond me then to comprehend loving someone so much that you would remain with them despite their faultless transformation into a monster. Even when my beloved Bianca could not kiss me, could not touch me, yet she remained by my side as devoted as ever. And when she could, Bianca pressed her beautiful and unstained lips to my burnt flesh with complete love and passion. I've never in my life been able to speak to anyone as honestly and as openly as I did her. The sweetness in her heart and the love in her eyes broke all barriers that I had maintained with others, even Pandora who has always judged me harshly. My words and stories charmed her so completely that I wanted to give her every memory of mine just to see her dazzle the room with another smile. I needed them. Even now I wonder if she thinks about me and if she replays all of my mistakes and sins against her in her thoughts. It was not my intention to ever hurt her, but in pain I was selfish and thoughtless. I do hope to find her willing to listen and talk with me some night, and perhaps have her put peace into my own weary heart. © Marius de Romanus |