His bedroom door clicked, shut.
His eyes fluttered, shut.
He folded, settling himself into the corner, away from the world he knew, shut.
It hit him in waves. He smiled at the thought of the night before, and grimaced at the thought of tomorrow. The future held something for him, he was sure, but the moment their hands had separated he felt like he no longer had the power to achieve greatness.
His heart sunk and the pale moonlight demanded attention, blazing through the window. His focus failed to see anything other than her. The moonlight may have made him feel something, but the way her eyes lit up under the glistening moonlight was no competition . He felt his breath come deep and heavier, the same way it was after running for a train. He knew she would never see the moonlight in his eyes the same way he saw it in hers. He knew she would never feel the way he felt.
His slender self simply struggled to see something more. He was stuck in the past and he knew the future was inevitable... but he knew he was never one to trust fate.
His fingernails became weapons, clawing grooves into his wrists.
Blood barely surfaced but the sting was stifling.
His mind managed to combat the craziness sometimes, but, it came in waves.
*June 2018
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