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hurts anymore.inside her head screams as she searches his head for any emotion, he cant mean it, he doesnt. her ears ring as tears pluck from her eyes and she stares in shock at him, her past, her present.More Like This
he hangs his head for a minute and sighs, it never was that good really, was it? he mumbled as a feeble excuse. he pressed his lips together and stared back into her broken blue eyes for a second, quickly becoming nervous at the state she was in. he didnt want to know what he had done to her, but the quick beating of his heart answered that for him. she took one foot above the ground to step backwards from the awkward distance she was from him, but put it back down only centermeters from its original place, she was stuck on him and even her body parts didnt listen to her now he wasnt there.
but you love me, you love me.
sometimes people say silly things, pretty.
her head flicked through every memory she was convinced by. he loved her, he
linger story.are you cold?More Like This
just a little bit.
he wove his arms around her body as the water lapped their shoulders. even in the height of summer his face gave her butterflies and cold shivers, everything was ok. everything was blue and bright, (but through the lack of sun it was not).
waves shimmered in his eyes and drops of water clung to his face, his shoulders.
she clung tighter as the moment empowered her, half dazed, half scared, she put her head on his shoulders and felt his wet skin and thought,
this is where ive always belonged.
she thought back to her childhood days, silly talks with friends,
i wonder what hell look like, i wonder what his name is?
and all the little questions, all the little giggles and the wonderings. all came down to this. even if it didnt, she felt it. nothing could compare to the red haired boy who was holding her, nothing could beat the freckles on his skin or the green in his eyes. again she squeezed him with a deep bre