06-15-2019, 03:57 PM
His lips against her shoulder makes her tremble, and it sends a warmth that spreads like wildfire through the network of her veins. There has never been a time that she did not want for his touch, for any glimmer of hope that he loved her, that she meant something to him. Sometimes it was so abundantly clear that she wondered how she ever doubted him; other times it left her confused and wilted. But she had never begged him to stay. She had never pleaded with him to love her, or to change in a way that was better suited to her. She had loved him instead with every piece of her shattered heart, even if she cut herself repeatedly on the edges of it. She had never recoiled when his skin smelled of someone else, had never questioned when she met children with the same wayward spark in their eyes as his.
There was some small fragment of him that was hers, and she clung to it, as she does now.
He says he doesn’t deserve her and she can feel fear begin to thread its way into her mind. He has done this before. He has pushed her away in an effort to save her, but it had never done her any good. All she did was wait for him, wavering and heartbroken and desperate for a spark of hope. “Don’t say that,” she whispers into his neck, her voice impossibly soft as she tries to keep the tears at bay. She can feel them beginning to burn the back of her eyes, but she wills them away as she presses her face into the storm-cloud of his mane.
“I wouldn’t change anything about you, or about us,” her voice is stronger now, hiding the way she can feel herself beginning to break apart. But she has always been a poor liar, and has never been very good at hiding the broken heart that beat furiously on her sleeve. “There is no one in this world that I would have ever wanted to replace you with.” She doesn’t know if the same could be said for her. She was nothing remarkable, not in comparison to the vibrant beauty he was always surrounded with, but it didn’t change the fact that every little piece of her was his.
P L U M E R I A
when all of the light is gone
a single spark is all I need.
There was some small fragment of him that was hers, and she clung to it, as she does now.
He says he doesn’t deserve her and she can feel fear begin to thread its way into her mind. He has done this before. He has pushed her away in an effort to save her, but it had never done her any good. All she did was wait for him, wavering and heartbroken and desperate for a spark of hope. “Don’t say that,” she whispers into his neck, her voice impossibly soft as she tries to keep the tears at bay. She can feel them beginning to burn the back of her eyes, but she wills them away as she presses her face into the storm-cloud of his mane.
“I wouldn’t change anything about you, or about us,” her voice is stronger now, hiding the way she can feel herself beginning to break apart. But she has always been a poor liar, and has never been very good at hiding the broken heart that beat furiously on her sleeve. “There is no one in this world that I would have ever wanted to replace you with.” She doesn’t know if the same could be said for her. She was nothing remarkable, not in comparison to the vibrant beauty he was always surrounded with, but it didn’t change the fact that every little piece of her was his.
when all of the light is gone
a single spark is all I need.