“Feel my skin as it withers away in your hands and the cold of your breath freezes my soul. You leave me bare when you kiss me. Is this…What is this? If all I feel is how you break me inside whenever you get closer. I don’t want it anymore. All the promises are gone. They fade away with the scent of the air of spring blooming, then comes winter finally leaving, but it doesn’t seem like in the movies. There’s no hope when all you do is missing. Waiting. Longing…but nothing comes of standing over a cliff and staring right down at the sea. What if I jumped would you tell me what you meant when you said you couldn’t live if I went on…We would’ve said it all, but we chose to dim our voices in the quiet of the night and now this decision bothers and lingers. Was it really our fault or did fate string us along?”
— Willow
