do you believe in fate?
do you believe that a beautiful man whose all-embracing beauty could take each part of that beauty and embrace you with it with a reciprocal feeling that completely consumes in every way you did not want but still desire so powerfully and it hurts it destroys it kills it takes the absolute life out of you but you want it and you need it so badly you could not imagine any aspect of your own beauty not being adorned by that beauty that is his?
nakamoto yuta.
his name on her tongue felt like a piece of strawberry gum that she could chew for hours and it would not ever dull itself and she would sometimes attempt to blow bubbles and sometimes it would not work but she would try again because that's what love made you do. it makes you try again, it makes you ignore the jaded sides and keeps you keeping it alive and keeps you chewing until your mouth gets worn out but you like the taste you like the strawberry flavour you are oh so enamoured because it could never be bitter. it's solely sweet, the way his name on her tongue was. sickeningly sweet.