zephyr
Your hand is empty and then it's not, cold glass replaced by firm, warm fingers knit into your own. Vaguely surprised you look down at them, staring at her pale hand where it melds into your tan one. Is this another trick, you wonder, soon to be snatched away? This woman who sits beside you as you fall into your own shitty abyss- what new sin did you commit, to be tormented by your feelings for her?
"Wake up t'morra wi'out any memory'a this, ideally." Drink yourself into a stupor until everything disappeared, swallowed up by the black holes of the dying cells in your brain.
"Or go fer a swim. Ray said I oughta. Jus' like his ma." A swim you wouldn't come back from, but at least it would give you him. A swim you'd probably be considering quite seriously, were it not for the tether of her strange, warm hand.
"Wake up t'morra wi'out any memory'a this, ideally." Drink yourself into a stupor until everything disappeared, swallowed up by the black holes of the dying cells in your brain.
"Or go fer a swim. Ray said I oughta. Jus' like his ma." A swim you wouldn't come back from, but at least it would give you him. A swim you'd probably be considering quite seriously, were it not for the tether of her strange, warm hand.
burn all the things you have to burn
save all the people you're supposed to save
save all the people you're supposed to save
