she was crying.
i had no idea who she was, but she was crying.
to me, she was absolutly beautiful, crying or not. i liked her blonde hair and her grey eyes and her short, gaunt body, her pink lips, pale skin, her peircings and the small heart tattoo on the knuckle of her pinky.
but she wasn't balled up into her legs or her sleeves. she just cried. her hair was slightly covering her face and her head was leaning back on the wall, one knee was bent with her arm resting on it and a cigarrette between her two fingers, and the other knee straight.
i walked over to her and sat beside her. she didnt say a word, nor did i. i just stared into her grey eyes as the tears fell down her cheeks and she puffed her ciggarette
"crying is the only way our eyes speak when our mouths can't explain how our hearts have been broken." i slowly explained, resting a hand on her thigh.
she didn't say anything to me, she just looked into my eyes and i looked into hers.
And I kissed her. I kissed her like it was the end of the world, but it wasnt. It was just the beginning.
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ok. 》irwin
Fanfiction"you can't lose what you never had, you can't keep what isn't yours, and you can't hold onto someone who doesn't want to stay." → lowecase intended. all rights reserved.© Ashton's point of view.
