alindy
He had tried to sate me in the past with his fluffy words and kind smiles. All they seemed to manage to do was sicken me. I hadn't wanted someone to think they loved some version of me that didn't exist with their sloppy grins and overly confident attitude.
I had wanted someone to love ME.
He had become her salvation.
In the short amount of time it took for him to completely win her over she realized that she had never been so struck by a person. She wasn't a saint, she wasn't perfect, and neither was he, but together, maybe, they could become a little better.
Maybe that's all she could hope for.
After he meets her for the first time he later goes and looks the word up in the dictionary. He has never been the kind of person to use the word hallowed and his friends wouldn't be caught dead using a word more than several letters long.
Later, after the fights and the conversations and noticing the way her hair sparkles in singular moments...
well...
he starts to think of her as hallowed as well.
The blaze rose around me and I felt the heat on my skin.
The flames flicked around me and I knew that death was eminent, there was no way to get out of this and with the coughing that was coming out of me even if I did I knew it wasn't all that likely.
I was going to die.
The sad part: I didn't care.
The sadder part: I set the fire.
The generator of my pain is you.
It has always been you and will always be you because you have never realized how the things you say make me feel.
You care about your pretty girlfriend and your fast car: about how much money you make a year. About how I disappoint you because I'm not athletic.
You never seem to care at all about being my dad.