Sometimes the world feels empty, it feels like darkness with a cold blanket wrapped around me. I can't seem to find the switch to turn on the light, to bring in warmth.
It's hard to find. It's hard to feel. It's hard to hear.
She makes it easier to find, to turn it on without any struggle.
She turns it on for me. I can see her glowing hair under the light, moving from her eyes to her ears. She doesn't smile, she shows no emotion.
I broke her.
I can fix her, but I need help. I need to find out why she loves me so much that it damages her just as much as it hurts me. This woman is the only person to see me for me, to hear and touch and smell me for me. I'm good. I can be good.
Cherry is my world.
She is my warmth from a fireplace, my safety when I feel dark. She wraps me in love and comfort. But I broke her. I lost Cherry's trust.
I lost it all.
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Song: Saturn; Sleeping at last.
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Cherry
أدب الهواة⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ She was my sunrise and I was her sunset ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ "You can't make it all about you." She tares her hand from mine, shaking her head at me. Her hair swings over her shoulders, her eyes drop with hate. "But I can make it all about us." I lift her...
