He knew he should not look. He knew the sight will overwhelm his senses. The lenses of a camera could not handle her unspeakable, terrifying beauty, neither the human nervous system. She was not meant for mortal eyes. He still looked, as mortal men always do. He felt his mind tearing apart from the wonderful contradictions in the girl's face. As his eyeballs collapsed, his blood boiled and his lungs filled with his final breath, a few of the last, lonely neurons fired up in his brain. He was happy.
I see we are a little bit "Perfume" inspired over here... :D Stalker, I wish I knew who you are, I would probably give you a big hug for this... ;)
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