❝ p o l l y ❞

{ 42 }

I found my way to you

the next night and you were barely

lucid

barely breathing

barely ali-

"you look like

crap, jack."

you giggled at that and your

teeth made my heart stumble to

my knees,

and you told me

with your sweet, sick

voice,

"after all of this is over,
leave this town and go somewhere

where your smile is real.
I don't want you getting hurt anymore,

Polly."

and your breath hitched when you

said my name

as if it hurt to get it out.

-p