9 months after.
our love was only to be described as deadly.
when we touched, it was like he was the flame and I was the gasoline.
when we fought it was like electricity meeting water.
there were times where we coexisted with each other so peacefully, so beautifully. and I thought it would last forever, because it was impossible to picture myself without him.
yet here I am now, filling my broken veins with alcohol hoping somehow it will numb the excruciating pain that seeps into my heart every time I think of him.
the memory of him is permanently embedded into my mind, I can still feel his fingertips across my skin and his lips against mine.
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pressure // matty healy
Fanfiction"my broken veins say that if my heart stops beating, we'll bleed the same way."
