𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓⁰²ʰᵉᵐᵐⁱⁿᵍˢ

Act 2 - tracing veins

luke,

sometimes, when i catch a glimpse of sunset, i no longer remember pain. i recall you lying in my bed, your heavy arm on my chest, and i pray so many times, thanking the god i don't believe in that you're a heavy sleeper. i used to run my fingers down your nails, circling the islands i placed onto your knuckles - you know, i named one 'petunia'. sounds silly for an island but you said you liked the sound of the name. maybe we should've gotten a dog and named her petunia. i think you'd like that. next, i'd climb the tips of my fingers right onto your wrist, and begin my most favourite journey. i run it slowly up your forearm, following the trails of your veins as i grow thankful you're right beside me and not someone else.

always yours,
asari