I remember this moment. I remember how her scar pulls with her overpowering grin. I remember how she breathes heavily. Like she’s raced miles to reach me. I remember Sullivan’s giggle and kick of her legs.
I intake Daisy’s soul-bearing smile and whisper, “Senza di te, il cielo non ha sole.” I cup her cheek with my free hand. “Without you, the sky has no sun.”
Her eyes glass and shine, our bodies close, burning together. And then she reaches up and sets a flower crown on my head.
“I love you,” she tells me.
for @meadowryke: thank you for putting up with me, I love you more than Ryke loves saying “fuck”















