I am sick.
There are battering rams crashing against my skull, My stomach is torn to shreds and tied in knots, and my joints feel like they're crumbling to dust as they creek and groan. Even dragging my pencil across this paper is an uphill battle, and moral is dwindling, but there is one thing printed in my mind.
HIM
Im missing caressing his skin or getting lost in those icy blue eyes, and im missing those frekles scattered all over his body or the way he smiles when he's being a snarky bitch.
