#!princess

"Mister J!!!" A shiver silently crossed his skin, it navigated his back, bluntly taking advantage of this little weak spot of him.

"Yea--" "Don't ever forget about me!!"

If his lungs were filled with oxygen, he would laugh. If his skin hid blood, he would bleed. If his eyes had tears, he would cry -- and if he had the courage, he would speak.

If he had a heart, it would beat. If he was human, he would breathe. Light shades belonging to his optics moved to peer into her speaking soul -- as if she wouldn't have enough words herself to make him silent, as if her lips wouldn't be enough to eat the poor words he had to offer. To forget -- it was hard, it was easy, but it wasn't right. Forgetting about something -- someone. How many times he already used such tactic? Too many to remember -- yet, still too many to even forget.

Everything is still. Kain's lips haven't perform yet, who knows if they ever will? She's just growing insistent, maybe even tired; and still, he's not moving. 

"Why aren't you replying? I said, don't forget about me! Don't leave me!! I fear that!! Don't--"

"You're acting funny as usual, Cinque."

What a surprise-- he was the one eating her words now. Sounded like a perfect line for her hearing, and a laugh after it would have been so matching -- but no air was wasted for a laugh, not another sound different from typical words. His stare felt heavy on her, and continued on that line with the rumor of his feet crashing against the floor. One, two, three steps. She counted as if the time took her back at when she was 3. The strong, always-wounded palms of her were not showing, as they were closed, unexistent nails scratching against the skin of it, closed in punches. Her feet were well stuck against the floor as well, and nothing would have moved her from there. Not his force, not his breath, not his love.

"Do you want me to forget you?"  "Can't you hear me? I said I don't want you to!!" "Then I will not."

scares me.

The way her fingers play with her auburn wires,

scares me.

The way her lips move delicately,

scares me.

The way she lives so enthusiastically,

the way she loves so deeply,

the way she breathes,

scares me.

Now look what you did, you made a fool out of love-- don't ask me if I'll stay, don't ask me if this is love, don't ask me--

No one know but she saved me.

daewon-hyuna replied to your post: {text; ღinah} I feel hyper? Where is you at, boo?

{text; ღinah} smh, no no no. Move your butt, get up. I will not allow you to be lazy!