I need to kill you, that's the only way to get you out of my head
I need to kill you to silence all the sweet little things you said
I need to kill you to silence all the sweet little things you said
He is a spot of brightness long before the landscape changes, and like a moth she is drawn closer to his light. As his hand is offered she reaches to take it like a drowning man, the warmth and presence of his skin pulling her from the mire of her solitude.
It seems she has been struck silent by his presence, and only when the wind runs through her hair and against her skin is she released from her muteness. It is like she can finally breathe again, and she does so, deep and slow. Smelling wildflowers instead of fresh construction and plain sheets. “Nate and Sunjata are holding me in Torchline. It doesn’t lend itself to beautiful dreams.” Her smile doesn’t touch her eyes as she squeezes his hand. Falling short of true humor. “I’ve given my statement to all of them individually, and they’ve yet to produce a witness, but…” sighing, she turns and looks out over the meadow, the curve of her shoulders straightening as the burden lightens, the illusion of freedom bringing lightness to her. “Anyway. I’m fine, physically. Though the accommodations leave something to be desired.” Evidenced by the smudges under her eyes.
It seems she has been struck silent by his presence, and only when the wind runs through her hair and against her skin is she released from her muteness. It is like she can finally breathe again, and she does so, deep and slow. Smelling wildflowers instead of fresh construction and plain sheets. “Nate and Sunjata are holding me in Torchline. It doesn’t lend itself to beautiful dreams.” Her smile doesn’t touch her eyes as she squeezes his hand. Falling short of true humor. “I’ve given my statement to all of them individually, and they’ve yet to produce a witness, but…” sighing, she turns and looks out over the meadow, the curve of her shoulders straightening as the burden lightens, the illusion of freedom bringing lightness to her. “Anyway. I’m fine, physically. Though the accommodations leave something to be desired.” Evidenced by the smudges under her eyes.
Wipe you off the face of my earth
HOTARU
