“Can I…poison them?”

“No.”

“Kidnap them?”

“No.”

“Stab them?”

“Cathe, what the hell?”

She rolled her eyes, turning her head toward the little picture above her bed.

It was a painting of a ladybug on a leaf—tiny, delicate soul just trying to figure out life.

“Then what?”

She sighed at last.

“You could simply ask him to meet up, and talk it through”

“I don’t want to”

“Well, I don’t see no ...

“Don’t struggle,”

He whispered, tying my hands with a thick rope.

My pulse quickened, though not from the way his steady, large hands taped my mouth shut, just like a quiet kiss, but rather because I felt how cold he was.

His gaze cought mine, deep and endless, like someone who’d love forever—despite the emptiness lingering inside.

“What?”

He suddenly asked, catching me staring at his neat...

Your wings wrap around my body

Through mists of

despair,

Tears rolling down my cheeks,

Yet—you ease them with care.

Your heart,

Stained with thick velvet blood,

Suffocating your limbs.

But still you smile,

Mending the wounds I carved into my skin.

You shield me

From the knives

That tear through your

Soul.

Knowing,

I wouldn’t ever manage alone.

Your pulse keeps time of the rhythm

of my breat...

The windows are rolled up , and I’m in the back seat, belts tightly wrapping around my body. I squint, and rub my eyes with both palms, head spinning in circles. The heated seat is warming up my spine, like a blanket hugging me tight—only till I end up chocking from the heat itself.

I turn my head to the side, and look around—confused. Small leaves are stuck up on the windows, with their tiny dr...

“Grandpa we can see you! Don’t scare us again!”

Frank yelled across the river, quite frankly annoyed with ol’ pops. Last time grandpa did it—he and Mary both landed in the pond, shivering.

“Come’on we talked about this before,”

He yelled again, noticing that grandpa didn’t respond.

No answer again.

It was as if he was looking at him and Mary, but ignoring them?

Or maybe he didn’t recognize th...

Her eyes flicker open—only to be met with nothing else but darkness.

Her head is spinning, pulsing under her skin, as she squints her eyes a few times, trying to adjust her vision.

Trying to figure out where the hell she is.

Her mind races, but at the same time, is completely blank.

She reaches out, palms scanning the ground.

The floor feels hard, cold.

She crawls forward, fingers tracing blind...

“Want a piece of gum?”

He asked, holding out a mint one wrapped in silver paper.

I look at him with disbelief, wondering whether the airbag hit his head too hard, or if he’s simply just an idiot.

“Are you serious?”

I smack his hand away from my face, making the gum fly across the car.

“What?” He blinks, confused.

I stare at him again, my brows knitting together and my cheeks heating up with...

I take a step forward,

Breath.

My blood is pulsing hot under my skin,

Breath.

I look at her emerald green eyes, and remind myself to—

Breath.

Silence presses in.

My heart pounds like it’s trying to get out.

My breaths are sharp.

My hands sweaty.

Breath.

I hold the bouquet of flowers in one hand,

a tiny ring box in the other.

Breath.

It’s going to be ok.

Everything will be fine...

“Hey, look at my eyes. Listen to me,”

I pressed my palm on the tears running down my red cheeks, and looked up.

His face was blurry,

My hands were blurry.

Everything around me was a big blur, and the only thing I heard was his voice.

“It’s okay now—I know,”

He whispered,

a whisper gentle as a feather.

“It’s okay,”

Suddenly, I threw my hands around him and held him tight—like my whole world...

It’s not weird if I walk with him everyday, wherever he goes—right?

It’s not like I’m doing any harm—I’m just there before he knows it.

I follow him to work.

I follow him to the grocery store.

I follow him to the local cafe.

I follow him to his home.

I follow him to the bathroom.

It’s not weird if I love him. Right?

But it’s not my fault. It’s his.

The way his deep voice cracks a bit when ta...