Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man
You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them
You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them
Promises were things that Noe knew Jude shied away from; every one of them in his life seemed to have been broken at some point or other, and that had a way of destroying one's faith in the institution. And maybe that should have tipped the girl off that there was something strange going on here, something deeper than just her best friend going to soothe her brother's ruffled feathers. But she was so desperate to fix things, to have her life back to the way it should be, that she was willing to accept that Jude simply wanted to help. And if him helping meant that he promised to come back... well, then, she'd have to accept that, wouldn't she?
She stopped twisting her hair, letting her hand become enveloped in his larger one, and leaned against him in a clear sign that she was giving in. And when his pinky slipped around hers, it coaxed a choking laugh from her lips, and she tightened her grip until it was near painful. A single tear slipped from her eye, and she let it fall as she focused for a moment on her breathing, not even really sure why she was crying anymore. Perhaps it was the remnants of fury, or overwhelming gratitude, or abundant love - but regardless, Jude had never been someone she'd wanted to hide away from. He could see all of her, because she loved and trusted him, and if that was true, then shouldn't she be glad for him to do this for her?
"Okay," she said finally, the word barely a sigh, shaky with emotion and breathless with desperation. "Okay. Thank you, Jude."
She stopped twisting her hair, letting her hand become enveloped in his larger one, and leaned against him in a clear sign that she was giving in. And when his pinky slipped around hers, it coaxed a choking laugh from her lips, and she tightened her grip until it was near painful. A single tear slipped from her eye, and she let it fall as she focused for a moment on her breathing, not even really sure why she was crying anymore. Perhaps it was the remnants of fury, or overwhelming gratitude, or abundant love - but regardless, Jude had never been someone she'd wanted to hide away from. He could see all of her, because she loved and trusted him, and if that was true, then shouldn't she be glad for him to do this for her?
"Okay," she said finally, the word barely a sigh, shaky with emotion and breathless with desperation. "Okay. Thank you, Jude."
Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie
They say looks can kill and I might try
They say looks can kill and I might try
Noe
