i look down at my nails, blood red, and sigh to myself. blood red to match the nails of my lover that only exists where nobody can reach. nobody here at least.
to any passerby we are completely peaceful, surrounded by friends in the back corner of the train, his arms around me and mine around him as i rest my eyes. my hair pushed aside away from my neck. his eyes, blood red, fixated and fearful. he battles the demons that i only encourage and accept.
i tell him as we walk through the scorched grounds of our destination that his threats are not that to me but promises. promises of an eternity together full of the things we did that day. the slides, the sweets, the rollercoaster i was too chicken shit to go on.
i take his hands, blood red nails attached, and remind him just how much i trust him.