i struggled and i hurled everything i had inside of me, the clawing demons, the piercing shrieks, the soulless noise, at him.
i screamed all my feelings out, i poured out every single little detail i kept inside and all the while, he held me.
it was fate's fault.
it brought not only us together.
it brought hell to us.
and when i was done, i lay breathless in his embrace, and cried soundlessly into his shirt.
he didn't say anything and only went,
"shh, everything needs time to heal,"
over, and over, and over, again,
resting his chin on top of my head whilst hugging my heaving body,
until the world melted into ashes and all that was left in this world was only him.
what people never knew was, i wasn't.
