[wayne & lauren.]
More than anything they needed to be together. Waynes passion struck Lauren as possessive, and Laurens distance struck Wayne as simply an odd wound in need of time.
To heal of course.
But possessive patience wears wild, and so this odd wound was given the exposure of insanity for two seconds too long.
It did as all wounds do. Beg Wayne to stop.
Though Lauren could barely heal, she could barely feel either. And so as this obsession raved on, she could not see through the fog well enough to realize any good was going on.
She pushed. She shoved. She kicked with all her might.
And what both Wayne and Lauren knew at that moment in time was that the possessive wound had yet to heal.
They were sure.
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Still Sane
Poetry"... But that's okay, because despite all of this, I am still sane."
