#dahira

“i don't want to go.” moonvesty takes a sharp inhale with a wheezing sound. like something is broken deep inside.

dahira rolls over, eyebrows slightly raised, and her look poses a tender question of whether he will shut up for a single moment. but the silence between them is demanding an answer still, so she speaks.

“then stay.”

another sound escapes his lips unwillingly, now much more alike to a whine.

“i can't. even though i- don't let me go, please, please--”

she gives no response. instead, she moves up, giving a biting kiss to his lips, as if trying to drink his sorrows. it hurts, and in the weirdest of ways, somewhere within his heart.

it hurts so much "hurts" might as well be his last name now.