"why do i care for you, blue?"
his arms were tight around her,
eyes staring down in wonderment and ryker had wondered why he was blessed with the beauty in his arms.
and why she didn't notice that she was worth something.
"why do i worry about you?" that was the question that had plagued his mind ad he held her, afraid to take her to the hospital. she didn't need it, she was fine, he could handle it. he'd handled it himself a while back.
he didn't want her to be taken away due to this being her third attempt at suicide under his watch.
della wasn't home.
ryker's breath hitched as he held back traitorous tears, he wasn't allowed to be the one hurting, "i don't even know your name."
and it hurt, it did, as the boy with cobalt in his eyes stood,
"i know that i can't let you die, though."
she was something important to him, someone that made him important.
"i know that, love."
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beautiful
Short Storystory #3 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse he thought he could fix her he thought he could make her b e a u t i f u l but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) © 2015 flawed-
