isinkintohearts
Thunder boomed and I hid further into the table. I've always been afraid of thunder. Back in the day my dad would talk to me in hushed tones during thunderstorms, telling me of brave warriors and princesses who saved the day, unlike the traditional story where the princes always had to be the ones to do the saving. Now it's just me, alone, sitting under a coffee table and covering my ears like my life depended on it. I wonder what my dad thinks about this, me all grown up and still unable to conquer my fears. I reckon he's having quite a good laugh at how pathetic this is, at how pathetic I am.
You've always seen her as the violent girl. Nothing more, nothing less. You never thought you'd see another side to her, the girly side that you never thought was there. But you see it here, right now, as you lay in bed with her, with her giggling at your soft kisses and light, feathery touches. You love this side of her, and it's real unfortunate how she doesn't.
She's screaming our ears off, telling us what to do and what we should be. Why can't we just be what we are? Why can't we just have fun with this? Sometimes I wonder why I was even put into this hellhole.