This was the door to both sustenance and sanity. And we were each other's key.
I stand there, feeling broken and small, thousands of eyes trained on me.
If you are not trying to hold on to time, you are not so afraid of losing it.
if i win and you die, i dont have a home to go back to. you are my life.
It’s the first time I’ve ever kissed a boy, which should make some sort of impression I guess, but all I can register is how unnaturally hot his lips are from the fever.
Go to sleep," he says softly. His hand brushes the lose strands of my hair off my forehead. Unlike the staged kisses and caresses so far, this gesture seems natural and comforting. I don't want him to stop and he doesn't. He's still stroking my hair when I fall asleep.