HimBlue eyes lock with green then dismiss. From his lips spill words of poetry, a pleading interlaced with the loveliest imagery.Him
"Don't." he half whispers, half screams, I lock my eyes shut but I can still feel him breathing. "What do you want me to do?" It's not a rhetorical question and I know it. He tilts my chin up so I can't escape his face. Answers sprint through my mind, my lips open with sentences I want to say but don't. "Go home." I utter finally and I can see the resolution crack and fall apart behind his eyes. My head drops with the weight of what I've done, a million compacted moments rise to my mind. I pus
hey, I'm Kitty
Stuck
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lambent material
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