the closer he gets the tighter she can imagine his fingers winding around her throat âââ pushing her up against the wall and threatening her to repeat every word sheâs breathed with a straight face. every step forward on his part is a hesitant step backward on hers. â youâre certainly not nice, â honeyâs voice swims in lighthearted humor but her face doesnât crack from its solemnity. she swallows thick and lesser petal falls ajar to speak again but her voice box fails her ; with so much to say and so little use for it. thereâs nothing sheâs thinking that if said, will ease the tension thick in the air of the room. she wants nothing more than to fluff his ego and shower him in compliments if itâll help her be able to breathe in his presence again.
no one really deserves this, honey thinks. no oneâs ever deserved being left behind because theyâre not enough for another. the entire predicament makes her feel selfish ; always has and itâs just that ââ her soft heart that makes it so much more difficult for her to turn on her toes, pack her bags and leave. â i ââ â in alarm, her eyes finally greet his. they make it a point to stay there for as long as she breathes the next sentence. â of course i love you. â brows are furrowed and head is tilting over in sincerity ; sympathy has little feet step toward him with heed and a hand fiddles with the hem of her t-shirt. â i did and i do. iâve meant it every time i said it ââ thatâs not at all ⌠thatâs not what this is about. â
sheâs always thought she was funny. its obvious in the way her voice is when she says stuff like that. she clearly finds herself entertaining to some extent. but except for the times heâs plowing into her over sweaty bed sheets he finds her far from it. â oh shut the fuck up! â he scoffs, letting his head fall back to take a breath. thereâs a look of disgust on his face that wonât budge now as he hears he speak. he canât help but think everything sheâs saying now is fabricated to make herself feel like less of a monster about this. itâs a minute before he looks her back in the face and he wishes he hadnât seen all of the genuine sympathy written all over it. almost wants to take it upon the palm of his hand to do away with it. â then whatâs it about?! whatâs it about honey? because you sound like youâre off your fuckinâ rocker. â his eyes narrow and jaw clenches before he brings a hand up to curl around her chin, aggressively grasping her face and forcing her eyes to keep on his. heâs seeing red now. â tell me i didnât give you everything. â













