Wrong Beauty

Abelxo: What do I have to do to stop this?..

Cookie: I...can't stop.

Abelxo: yes you can, I can help you. Cookie: You can't, no one can. I have a problem.

Abelxo: How can I make you feel okay?

He kissed my hands and I felt a pleasuring sting where the cuts were.

Cookie: I know this hurts for you and me. But its getting to the point to where it's not me anymore. My soul is at unease with me..my everything.

Abelxo: We can build from this. I can cure you.

Cookie: I don't mean to. Life just isn't here anymore.

For the first time in forever. I seen him cry, actually shed tears. I brushed my thumb across his cheek.

Cookie: Why are you crying love?

Abelxo: I didn't notice how much of a plastered face, a hollow bodied person you've become.

I bursted out into a cry and buried my face in his chest. His arms cradled me.

Cookie: I've turned into a fucking monster..

he pulled me in tighter to him.

Abelxo: don't say that Cookie, you're not a monster.

Cookie: Then what am I?!! *screeching out*

Abelxo: You're beautiful. A mass of proportional things to me.

I gripped the bottom of his shirt, trying to suck in tears that couldn't stop flowing through his shirt. My breathing pattern flew off and he looked at my strained eyes and kissed my lips passionately slow.

Abelxo: You've never been a person who's given up..I don't want to see that now.

We pulled back into and I fell on his chest with the last tear falling for him.