MILO
this is for the snakes and the people they bite
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights
He leans into the touch to his jaw, the way the back of her fingers run along his jawline. His head tilts to press his cheek against her hand a bit more before it’s soon gone, gaze shuddering slightly as it travels, as her words hit him. “Oh?” His head tilting back to its normal position while he focuses on the waves again, listening to her next tidbit of her life, the cigarette pulled back up to his lips as he draws in deeply.
The arm wrapped around her middle tightens a bit, a soothing touch as his thumb brushes along her skin in smooth circles. He can feel the tension in her, as her words draw darker, as he can hear the regret that bubbles out of her. So he embraces her again, head tucked in along her shoulder again, smoke curling around his nose as he puts the butt out in the sand beside him, tossing the rest in the remains of the fire as she had done hers, before his other hand wraps around her, tucking her in tight to him again.
“You got t’say goodbye at least..?” He murmurs against the rogue pieces of her hair that have fallen out of being tied up, his mind contemplating what to say next. “’M sure she must’a knew it was hard fer you. ‘M sure she didn’t think y’loved her any less.” Milo comments quietly, running through the thoughts that pour into his mind. “’M sorry ya had t’be alone too, though… But y’aren’t alone now. ‘M here for ya too, if ya want that.” He wonders if she can feel the slight edge of a smile on his face where he remains perched along her shoulder, a reflection of her own prior comment.
The arm wrapped around her middle tightens a bit, a soothing touch as his thumb brushes along her skin in smooth circles. He can feel the tension in her, as her words draw darker, as he can hear the regret that bubbles out of her. So he embraces her again, head tucked in along her shoulder again, smoke curling around his nose as he puts the butt out in the sand beside him, tossing the rest in the remains of the fire as she had done hers, before his other hand wraps around her, tucking her in tight to him again.
“You got t’say goodbye at least..?” He murmurs against the rogue pieces of her hair that have fallen out of being tied up, his mind contemplating what to say next. “’M sure she must’a knew it was hard fer you. ‘M sure she didn’t think y’loved her any less.” Milo comments quietly, running through the thoughts that pour into his mind. “’M sorry ya had t’be alone too, though… But y’aren’t alone now. ‘M here for ya too, if ya want that.” He wonders if she can feel the slight edge of a smile on his face where he remains perched along her shoulder, a reflection of her own prior comment.
for the warning signs i've completely ignored
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more
