I looked up to him, so unbelievably mad that he was making me feel things I had no business feeling, and whispered, “Then die.” The part that was supposed to like other boys? You took it with you. “I don’t know what to do with wonderful things. His chest caved, and he took a ragged breath, jerking me to his body. “Every painful goodbye starts with a wonderful hello.” I smiled sadly, leaning into his palm, feeling my eyes bright and vivid with unshed tears. I already want to rip the world apart when someone else touches you.” “If we keep this going, and something happens, goodbye would be too much to take. He cupped my cheek, and I didn’t know why, but it felt a lot like a breakup. The never-ending tango of Vaughn Spencer and Lenora Astalis.
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