White is looking at Black while the latter one is still asleep. She's fine. Her skin isn't marked with anything. Her heart isn't as broken that it was.
She can go back up and soar up high in the clouds.
But she's still afraid to do so.
She can fly but she don't want to go up high yet. The energy it takes and the heart it takes is not a joke. It hard to stay lit up. It's hard to stay loving and forgiving.
After all, her love and forgiveness isn't needed yet. It's her time to yield for now, I guess. Maybe for one year? Or two? And taking care of Black and embracing her is as good as flying anyway.
She's fine. But it's all that she'll be for now. She'll definitely will get tainted and Black will surely get fired up at times to curse someone but they'll be fine.
Both of their hearts are nowhere needed yet. Nothing needs to be fixed. Nothing needs to be lit up. No one have yet crossed the bridge...
White held Black's hand.
Maybe it's time to sleep.
BINABASA MO ANG
The Thirteenth And Fifth Letter
RandomI write what I feel. I need to cut open my wounds and let them bleed because there is no way I'm letting myself cut my skin. I'm going to be back up again.
