He'd said the sun could burn me. It certainly looked angry enough, all orange and glowing mad.
His reply offers infinite solace in a single word. Always.
His lashes, fluttered like butterfly wings. "I could've made you happy, dove." "You did," I whispered
He would bear scars because of me, as I carried them for him.
Don’t let them see you weak.
With my partner beside me, I fear nothing, not even death.