"And you will finally know what love is supposed to feel like..." - He was surprised by the slam of the door from the stairwell, signaling someone had joined him. His anxiety spiked, forcing him to smudge the cigarette into the ground before quickly standing and pulling his hood over his head. He was stupid to have forgotten a mask, the most he could do was hide his unruly, oddly recognizable, curly hair. "Oh, sorry," the woman spoke, her voice nearly trembling. She was clearly nervous, from what Corpse could see, ringing her hands together, her head permanently facing the floor in submission.

"all the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water, and that's the tragedy of living." - "Corpse, stop," she pleaded with him. "No, because last time I stopped trying to get answers, you left me, and I don't want to lose you again. What the fuck happened to you?" Corpse asked, tears silently flowing down his cheeks. "I needed you..." he whispered. For a moment, Corpse saw it. She was hurting just as much as he was. It was gone before Corpse could realize it was truly there. She stood up straighter, feigning confidence with him. "Well, I wasn't there because I didn't want to be," she hissed out. "Sorry," she said sarcastically, and walked out of his apartment, slamming the door shut behind her as he crumpled to the floor. -corpse husband-

"i am used to destroying myself so other people can't." - Weston understood why he thought this was a bad idea. She was a mom, for fucks sake. But kissing him was addictive. Each time his tongue touched hers, it felt as if the ground beneath them shook, like they were a cataclysmic event that shouldn't be and Weston had always been self-destructive. -corpse husband- highest rank #1 corpse #1 youtubers