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two sides.
I sit on the precipice of what we once were, the smoking remains from the dying embers of a fire that burned far too hot and far too long. I suppose I left it to burn because I wanted to see it consume you alive, just like you did to me.
You gave me the world, but you took just as quickly as you gave it. Maybe with time I’ll forget, but I’ll never forgive.
This is how we end up, strangers, our hearts are heavy from the ghosts that reside in our bones. I suppose this is how we were always meant to end up, tragedy and misery runs thick through our blood like a dirty icor, after all. Whatever love that existed between us rests in the ashes of the life that existed before that day.
- desultory
wila’s apartment.
ღ happy love day
You are surrounded by love, always, so much so that you could drown it. Honesty is a second companion in your household, it's been with you since a young age. You find it in your cousin's sharp tongue, in your father's eyes that hold both gentleness and sadness as he stares at you across from the table that seems to have tripled in size in comparison to the moment you took a seat there.
"Blood is something only something that exists in flesh, but emotion lingers long after the flesh is gone. I love you, you are the light of my entire world, nothing could ever change that."
Your heart sinks as you swallow back grief, and finally you realize the power that a word can hold.
- they say honesty is the best policy
at the foot of the mountain.
the quiet strength of a gentle hand.
where did we go wrong