05.
❝when i'm away from you, i'm happier than ever❞
— happier than ever.
What's hurting you?
Is your father abusive?
Are you under the weight of insurmountable debt on your shoulders?
Did someone force you to do something?
Why did you want to exit the living world so bad?
Were a few questions that urged him to take strides towards, painted in gold light, hooded eyes, every last inch covered by plaster, or sewn by bandages.
A scar ran down her delicate cheek and if he wasn't taking a seat on the stool next to bed, he'd have never known she could still speak.
"Hi," she croaks.
The words disappear. His mind is a painter's unfinished work. The formation of sentences hurt. Just as much as the IV, the heart monitor, everything else that's beeping and strong.
Kenji runs a hand through dark hair of his, as black eyes met her Atlantic Ocean ones.
He smiles slightly.
"I told you not to move," he says finally.
Does it hurt? Does breathing hurt? Is life traumatizing?
But it was none of his business. Nope. Not with the knowledge of a rose gold ring, fancying an iceberg of quaintly shaped diamond on top was later located on the same sight. The ring crashed first.
Had she thrown it?
The black goddess of love, Bambi eyed, silent, with soft rays of dark that spilled onto the pillow with gentleness.
"What's your name?"
"Willow" she spoke in a small voice. "You're safe, Willow."
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