“letting go hurts… a lot.”
some meme a long time ago. // ( not accepting ! )
❛ it always does. ❜ raw emotion present, features contorted in a fleeting look of pain, years beyond recognition weighing heavily on his heart. a slow & all consuming sorrow that sinks into his bones, stuck between seeming to stare at nothing & seeing too much all at the same time. ❛ but it’s for the best. ❜ words unrecognizable to his own ears, the mocking ringing of girlish laughter haunting his mind. ( YOU WERE ALWAYS TOO GOOD FOR ME. ) ruby lips concealing fangs & a tongue sharp as a knife, broken promises in golden locks like snakes, hungry for a taste, snapping at his flesh, ripping himself open at the seems to keep a cloaked wolf warm.
he knows about letting go all too well. names carved into his heart, a never ending list of those he’s loved & lost to the tides of time & conflicting desires of their hearts. they’re ghosts that claw at his insides / memories fond or not like floods that blur together. ghosts that leave him empty & hollow, names no one can remember but him, their memory lost to history.
letting go never was his strong suit.
