to the girl who still cries at night,
he thought he had you, wrapped up around his finger as tightly as you have him.
but it seems he is only suffocating you with one finger,
that gently traces the curve of your face in the dead of the night
that steals your breath away as you try to not make a sound.
he wonders if you have become inured to the way you feel.
and he isn't surprised at all by the answer that is so silently screaming between them.
- him
YOU ARE READING
- her (editing)
Short Storyshe loved you, the way the stars miss the sun in the twilight. endlessly. - her
