"Loving us at all is a death sentence isn't it?" he snaps, teeth like fangs.
She can't help but stand there. And nod.
He scoffs, turning away.
She doesn't mind calling out to his back.
"Then I'll choose death every day."
-random prompt I guess
YOU ARE READING
My Only Language is Words
Random"It played out so perfectly, so full, so wonderous... but then I woke up". ~~~~ "The blade of imagination is a force to be reckoned with"~~~~ Somewhat insignificant rambles~ Also called "poetry" I suppose
