the end of us.

i couldn't breathe.

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if staying up until two o'clock was normal to frances it was abnormal to everyone else.
she was alone, whilst everyone was surrounded - suffocating even. she was lost for breath when even he walked into the room.

she was drifting away, she wasn't drowning. but that was she felt like doing.

he was Venus. she was Mars.
yet together they thought they were complete.

this isn't a love story.

this is the end.