asleeb
Blood slipped down Ryder's arm, breathe hitched in his chest, panic rose in his throat. It didn't matter that he'd threatened Milo and Melanie and Sugar, it hadn't mattered that he'd threatened everything Ryder held dear. The Initiative would only see it as murder, and there would be no way to escape this.
It was strange to think that every thing she did could be so important, so profound. It made it hard to breathe, hard to live when every word she spoke was a butterfly's wing and his death was a tsunami on the other side of the world.
She was Chaos Theory, in it's very definition.
It was like a lightning bolt in his head, brilliant and painful. It was like opening Pandora's Box, never able to shove the thoughts back in. They would plague him forever until they finally broke him down.
He was in love.
Bars.
Blocking him from the outside world, not letting him talk or love or touch. And he wanted to. He wanted to so bad.
Her existence was a fragile thing, the wing of a butterfly on a summer thermal. One wrong step, one false move, and it would all come tumbling down.
It crawls across her finger, legs tickling her skin. She watches it in wonder, and a little envy seeps into her heart. It lives a short, but remarkable life. And she's lived a thousand years it seems, when he lived no longer than the beetle. She wishes someone would come along and crush her, too.
He tasted like salt, Nate thought blearily, running his tounge over chapped lips. Overwhelmingly, completely of salt. He wasn't sure if it was the tears or the left-over taste of a kiss, but either way, his world was falling apart.
She was shoved around, from place to place, either by the things that wanted to hurt her, or the people who thought they loved her. It didn't help. I never would.
She just wanted to be still.
There's a silvery stag on top of the heel, an etheral deer. The air around it shines with ghost-mist, and Lori knows the rest of the Ghost Hunt will not be far behind, coming to take away whatever peace they have left.
But right now, she can't convince herself that anything this beautiful could hurt her.
Try as he might, he could never get the flashing green eyes and silken blonde hair out of his head. And so he chose to do the one thing he could succeed in: Making them his, and his alone.
load more entries