who is, really?
i’m certainly not.
how to lift the fog of apathy and feel this?
why? i don’t need it. ask politely, he says, as though we were strangers. mundane things that shouldn’t need it. it pisses me off.
he couldn’t….could he? he licked his too dry lips with his suddenly dry tongue, and slowly extended his hand.
those eyes were dark, full of memory and something lost as they stared at him. an enigma wrapped in a secret curved those pink lips into a ghost of a smile. “you don’t know anything,” she said slowly, laughter and […]
her eyes were full of those damned secrets.
she watched him patiently, waiting for him to give in and just. fucking. ask.