in which they've been exchanging letters to each other since they learned how to write.

in which she must learn to love a world that was not made for her. [post x-men: apocalypse]

basically i'm a mess and i have a lot to say so i've decided to post it all online

"We were just crystalline glass, shining clear through all of the madness, the insanity that could be found in our eyes and their hearts. We could never crack- everyone needed us to fulfill the act of saviors. But once someone applied pressure, we shattered as easily as a wine glass, and the crimson wine within us spilled out and stained the pristine snow."

your words fill me up, i feel my stomach swell with your lies. your teeth look like bullets, lining the rim of your weapon. with all this sweet talk i find, my throat begins to ache. -c.v.