I'm sorry. I shouldn't be asking such things...' She let the sentence die its own death
...and the night is so deep and dark that I wonder if the sun will ever come up.
The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.
Please believe me when I tell you that I picked up each soul that day as if it were newly born. I even kissed a few weary, poisoned cheeks. I listened to their last, gasping cries. Their vanishing words. I watched their love visions and freed them from their fear.
***A KEY WORD*** Imagined
We're silent now, both waiting, till I remind myself that I'm the older one and should therefore initiate conversation. But I don't. I don't want to waste this girl with idle chitchat. She's beautiful.