Honeylove [H.S.]

15 ☆

— 𓆤 —

The show must go on.

The show must go on.

The show must go on.

The show must go on.

BREAK A LEG.

The show must go on.

The show must go on.

BREAK A LEG.

The show—

BREAK A LEG. BREAK A LEG. BREAK A LEG. BREAK A LEG. BREAK A LEG. BREAK A LEG. BREAK A LEG. BREAK A LEG. BREAK A LEG. BREAK A LEG. BREAK A LEG. BREAK A LEG. BREAK A LEG. BREAK A LEG. BREAK A LEG.

The show must go on.

"One minute, Honeylove! Are you— What the hell happened?"

Fletcher frowns upon seeing me on the floor with a bloody tissue stuck to the end of my foot. Any coherent thoughts of mine have shattered. My breath is becoming shallow. Tiny abstract stars began to plague my vision. I knew what would happen if I couldn't grasp control over myself.

"Someone put this in her shoes." Rowan's jaw was clenched when he showed Fletcher the blades safely tucked inside a clean folded tissue.

"Let me see." Fletcher lowers to my level after briefly looking at the blades, his top hat and props were removed before he reaches me and waits for me to remove my dried blood-stained fingertips away from my wounded toe. He tuts at the sight.

The nail is still cut in the middle, splintered at the edge. The blood is still oozing from below, trickling along my toes— I hadn't realized my long toe beside it had also been cut on the top until now. It's throbbing as though a second heartbeat got exposed through the broken skin. The sight makes me woozy. Needles prick my skin. Sweat beads on my forehead as quickly as the lump in my throat did.