she left a mark on him.
because he could never look at the night sky ever again without tracing back to all the times he would lie down on the hill with her, laughing away and swaying together like they were the only people on this planet, and god he wished that were true.
because he could never admire the sunflowers he walked by on his neighbor’s porch without remembering the beautiful yellows that complimented her hair as they slept together under the dim light of her bedroom lamp, and god he fucking hated her, he fucking hated her so much but fuck, if only he could embrace her, bask in her warmth once more and run his fingers through her locks as their lips locked in passionate solace and he’s died twice for her and he’d do it a thousand more fucking times if it meant something, anything to her but it never would and never fucking will.
she’s left a mark on him, and he wished she didn’t.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
random little stories ^^
De Todowhen i get bored ill just *throws random story and runs*
