twistedtori
The violet box contained my tears, my scars and my blood. But I kept it anyways as a reminder of what i'd gone through. I still have the letter that told me she was dead. I still have the blade that took me on such an emotional ride. I still have my note that i'd never sent. And despite all of this, I still have my life, summed up in a violet box.
Silently i looked,
into his honest eyes,
and for a moment,
a single moment,
i felt like the world wasn't burning,
nothing was crashing,
and everything was fine.
Then reality,
flames,
darkness ,
evil.
i was nothing.
and he was stationed at the corner of 5th and young. Carefully he watched people as they walked by his post. He inspected everyone carefully, but none of them looked like the woman that he'd seen before.
a shiver rushed down my spine. I embraced this way of life and I know, deep down, that i made the right choice. Embrace is a word that means everything and can do no harm.