When we first met, I could tell there was something...wrong. Before we even spoke, I thought you were the most beautiful person I had ever seen, Dante. But, at the same time, also the most broken.
On the outside, you looked completely average, nothing wrong. The only way I could tell was your eyes. They were hollow, lifeless. Then I noticed how your collar bones formed a jagged necklace, how your ribs formed hollow knives. The silver lines on your delicate wrists.
And that was it. I was so lost in your beautiful brokenness, I couldn't keep from falling.
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Unstable (NaNoWriMo)
Short StoryYou think you know what love is? Well you don't. Know why? It doesn't exist. All it is is a chemical reaction in your brain that leaves you unstable. There is a fire burning on the edges of my soul, consuming my sanity.
