She's afraid,
one can see the tremble behind her words and that longing behind those eyes.

"I'm finished,"
she muttered, her voice barely a whisper.
Your hand twitches--just a little bit and your eyes glance at her,
[you don't know what it does to her heart
when you look at her like that]

"You're finished...?"
Was there more to it than she thought it was--that tiny flicker in that ocean of blue and that look,
that look that sent tremors throughout her entire body.


She would never be finished.

1 comment:

  1. neverevereverever.
    i'll love you beyond the end.


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