vi • six
"is it anything
and everything
you hoped for?"
・゜・。。・゜
"i don't miss you anymore."
"that's good."
"do you still love me?"
"i don't."
"that's okay, neither do i."
lying to himself felt like a hand gripping at his heart and tightening its hold, stifling the pumping of blood and the warmth tunneling through blue veins, depriving him of the fresh air rushing into his lungs and allowing the grey tar to adhere to the walls.
the paint holding him together, contorting around his body and engraving a sight so breathtaking and alluring, cracked beneath the suffocation. the stars inside him splattered onto the crinkled sheets beneath him and dispersed across the bed. they were fragments of faded memories, memories that pained him too much to remember, memories that were better off staying unlit by the flickering flame of hope.
"do you still love me?"
"love, what is that? what does it mean?"
"i... i don't know anymore."
