"ill be with you, no matter what." he said when she was hurting, even if he hurted more

❝ I don't know how it happened but -- everything around us fell crashing to the ground. We found ourselves in a world where we didn't belong; we shouted and screamed until our lungs were dry and our tears were black and blue, but no one heard us. No one saved us. No one dared to fix us. Now we only have each other and I'm worried -- I'm worried that may not be enough. ❞ in which he speaks in broken syllables and she speaks in flawless poetry. (lowercase intended.)

one was shy, the other was sad, together they were the two who loved art, both with rosy cheeks and caring hearts. [highest ranking]: #4 in short story 6.24.15 book one of the "nameless" series