a work, unfinished, as always.

she doesn't sleep. the day's events are too much to escape. she looks to you in hopes that you'll save her. it's not until then that she realizes how alone she truly is. your voice haunts her as she tries to drift away, but it's the only thing keeping her from the blade. she never quite found her way with a pen like you did. the words still sting with each read.


...
i wish i could finish it.

.xOx.