On The Line | Queen of Tears

There was a tiny little bit of chaos inside your ribcage. It appeared you couldn't will yourselves to look away from the ridiculous big chip of paint on the bright blue door. Somewhere deep in your consciousness you hoped if you stared at it long enough, the metal would open again and bring him back to you. He had a handsome face. But it was not such attractiveness that started to sow seeds in your heart. It was not. It was not at all. It was the haunted past within his smiling eyes. The fire had just been lit. You were dully aware you had a desperate wish. You wanted to get rid of that drape. You wanted to be his lighthouse amidst whatever raging storm he was enduring. You didn't realise it yet, but you might risk it all for him.

"Got eyes on someone special, Lee?", asked Smith.

And a carefree laugh was your only answer.

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Not until the end did you come to your senses. You might be a lighthouse. But she was his vast ocean.

You wanted. You wanted too much. But the sheets were the only things he could ever offer.

Never he stayed. And always he left.

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