“i think this is a bad idea. i was just getting used to the idea of you two not speaking”
“it’s going to be different this time.”
is it? is it different?
she’s in your arms. her jet-black hair falls across your leg. she’s crying. you hold tighter.
what the hell are you getting yourself into now?
she’s cold. you lay next to her on your bed and wrap yourself around her; your fingers intertwined with hers.
this will only end badly.
you both fall asleep only to be awoken by the sound of a barking dog.
her scent lingers on your clothes and on your pillows. this won’t last long; breathe deep and cherish it.
—
give her everything.
or give her nothing.
you’re gonna carry that weight.
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