urfaveweapon710
romantic evenings, lovers holding hands on a park bench. they stare at the stars, their heads angled towards one another, feeling so small under the magnitude of of the celestial bodies above.
loud, reverberating sound.
she needs to escape from the life she lives so miserably every day. from the sadness and emptiness. from his eyes. those beautiful eyes that never saw her, never knew she watched him, needed him, loved him. she'll be gone by morning. and he'll never even know.