Sombre glance flicks over the young woman’s features, and there is
a genuine, heartfelt sadness deep within its grain. She is bright, cl-
ever unquestionably beautiful. Must sorrow strike at such a shin-
ing jewel?
It seems cruel.
”It isn’t always. And, well
I’d like to say you’re not alone now.”
the young woman's tear-filled gaze tears itself
from his eyes, to the floor ; slender arms coming
to wrap around her small torso, in a pitiful attempt
to protect him from her. for she knows they're
getting too close -- too many close-calls, and too
many slightly intimate moments.
❛ and i should be.
because everything i've ever loved,
has always D I E D . ❜