#have. this.

[sol-el]

I will try to explain in the best way that I can, which is through pictures.

My heart tried to squeeze its way out of my ribs, which were so good at keeping secrets. And so I stuck my fingers into the spaces in between like plugging up holes in roofs to keep the rainwater out of this space that I have tried to keep clean and presentable for so long because you never know when you might find yourself with an angel for company, though maybe if this angel has me afraid to be myself, which is dirty dishes and snowbanks of flour and coffee splatters on pretty towels, it is no angel at all but rather something I want to keep out forever, only I have locked my house so tight that good things can't come in and I can't get out, even the birdsong doesn't filter in through these dirty window panes and I can't hear it over my headphones anyway, and I lost my train of thought but if I have the courage to go back re-read everything that I have written,

I can see that I was stuffing my hands into my ribs so much that it hurt.

It hurt so bad that I cried out.

And all the attention I was afraid of getting found me anyway,

Even the good stuff.

[1nhal3r]

"Don't look at me like that," Dolores said, pulling her wrist out of Yve's grasp, her eyes flicking away. "God." "Look at you like what?" Yve asked, letting her eyes roam over Dolores' face like they have many times before. Dolores let out a dry snort, and Yve could tell it wasn't a noise filled with amusement. "Like you like me." Yve responded with a short laugh. "I do like you." Dolores hardened immediately---her posture stiffens as she crosses her arms, her jaw clenching, and her eyes weren't as soft as they were a moment before. "I don't want you to."