The Eyes of Medusa

What do I mean to you?: Part 2

      I sung my fingernails into my palm and let out a scream. He was the only thing I had left to care about and everything about him was a lie. I squeezed my hand harder and felt a hot, wet liquid start to drip out.
        Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and pulled it close to his chest, letting the blood drip on his shirt.
He said, "You are not beautiful, but are a piece of the sun. Significant, determined, and ablaze. You know everything about everything expect for yourself. You are blind to your own specialness. You are so perfect that you look so out of place...so imperfect...in our stupidly, horrible world. You are a sard of glass. Sharp, intimidating, and determined to never be forgotten. You might be worthless to the people around you, but you are the thing I can't live without. You are my everything, always."
He then kissed me. Gently, but full of passion. He wrapped his arm around my back and the other around my head my head. His warm fingers running through my knotted, wet hair.
We broke apart and he smiled. "You are my everything", he repeated.
"And you are my always", I finished. And I smiled too.

We are ugly, stupid, imperfect, and worthless.

We are broken.

And that's okay.

A/N:

Thanks for reading this short story! I think I will write more in the future and possibly make a book of them.

Comment if you enjoyed this and if I should write more!