too many near-death experiences, overwhelmed and overloaded with her lack of security in herself.
ryker was sobbing when she awoke
his arms wrapped tightly around her and
fingers threaded into the onyx locks sitting on her head much like... medusa's snakes.
he'd never been more entrapped in someone, putting them before himself and no more than ever, he'd longed to hear her voice. she was from london, he convinced himself, it was probably elegant.
the careless bones in his arms trembled as her eyes snapped open, pangea enveloping him and he's never seen anything more beautiful.
she's never been more terrified in her life.
"what is your name?"
YOU ARE READING
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-
